When our son was born I looked up at my husband and said “happy belated birthday, dear. I got you a baby.” I mean, let’s be honest – I had a lot on my mind that year and didn’t quite get around to organising a proper birthday present. With only days apart, mid-October is therefore a bit of a birthday extravaganza in our household.
The Mister and I generally keep it low key, but as Hawkeye gets older I know that we are going to be holding actual parties to mark this occasion. So today we had a small gathering in a local pub with a few friends who also have small children. And all I could think about is, of course, whoa, how did he get so big?
So without further ado, here’s to the last three years of a whole new life I could never have imagined. And to many more.
The Feathered Rose 