Dear Roma
As I sit here and write you this letter it is 7.30pm. The house is silent and you have just gone to bed for the final time as a 1 year old. My 1 year old.
Dear Roma
As I sit here and write you this letter it is 7.30pm. The house is silent and you have just gone to bed for the final time as a 1 year old. My 1 year old.
I have to say I generally love January, not for the cold weather, which I hate and by now I am definitely wishing time away for spring, but for the calm that it always brings.
On Wednesday this little one, the one that was really born just yesterday, my baby, will be 2 years old. TWO!