Sunday has dawned bright and sunny, a better day than it was 9 years ago when we had torrential rain.
9 years ago?
Yes because that is when my youngest child was born. this time 9 years ago I lay in bed, very sore due to a C section that I had 5 mins before, worried as they had whisked my child away because he needed his tubes cleaned out due to all the melatonin (?) he had swallowed during delivery.
Fortunately he was ok, couldn't feed for 24 hours, but other than that we had our second healthy boy and Nigel was delighted.
Today I sit here and watch as he opens his presents and wonder where that time has gone. That little baby is no longer a baby though to me he always will be. That child who will talk to anyone despite my best efforts to insill some sense of 'stranger danger' into him, it goes unheeded. He is so trusting, I worry about him. The child who struggles with school, the child who laughs all the time, the child who you can't be angry with for more than a few minutes at a time. He drives me mad, he makes me smile, but most importantly he is mine and I am so lucky that we were blessed with him after giving up trying.
So plans for today is to make his favourite dinner, macaroni cheese. Not doing much he had his birthday treat yesterday, today is his day. Cake later and no doubt MIL will pop by to see him as well.
I am blessed with two wonderful sons.
