H is two in three weeks. This means not long after this blog will be two years old too. Two years ago I was thirty nine, and now I’m forty one. So much has changed in that time, and potentially more will be changing in the future.

It’s weird, I still look at H and wonder how on earth I’ve created this small person, and helped mould her into who she’s becoming. After talking to my mum about it at the weekend she says she occasionally has moments like that about my sister and I. So I guess it’s something that never goes, and we’ll all continue to be amazed, surprised, cheered by each other as life progresses.

It’s all quite lovely really.