Last week was your 1st birthday. We had such a lovely day. The sun was shining and it was beautifully hot, much like it was this time last year when you were born. You had your first ever piece of chocolate cake, splashed about in the paddling pool and opened your presents. We tried to buy some new chickens (now pecking away in the back garden), ate pancakes for breakfast and had dinner together in the garden while drinking champagne and enjoying your attempts to get your hands on daddy’s glass.
We didn’t have a party, partly because you sometimes find lots of people a bit overwhelming but mostly because we wanted it to be just us – like it was last year when we first met you.
I still think of that day often. The moment I first saw you quickly followed by the moment I first held you and then the moment you looked up at me with those astonishing blue eyes. And you didn’t cry, not once. Everything I was before that point just melted in those moments. Life suddenly made sense: you made it make sense. The year that followed has changed me body and soul, and I can’t thank you enough for that gift.