Notes from suburbia

H ello Baby, Today is your first birthday.   Wow.   A whole year since you arrived safely into this world.     Before that day, when you were growing inside me, I made you a promise.   I promised you that no matter what, I would love you and look after you.   That I would do all that I could to put a smile on your face each and every day for as long as you will let me. What I didn’t tell you was about my concern.   I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to love you as much as I love your older brother.   You see, I couldn’t imagine how I could feel about another human being the way that I feel about him.   And then you arrived.   And you weren’t exactly how I imagined you would be. You had more hair than I had expected. Very dark hair that framed your crumpled little face, your perfect little button nose and those crinkly eyes that searched my face trying to make sense of what was going on. I loved you instantly and my pr...

Hello lovely people.  It's been a while hasn't it?  Life is very busy right now.  Mainly in a good and fulfilling way.  Sometimes in a bit of a manic way.  Always is a mildly chaotic way.  And very occasionally in a 'I may be about to lose my grip on reality' kind of way. Sometimes though.   Things happen in life that stop you in your tracks.  Just like that.  No matter how busy life is.  A thing like that happened to us on  Monday of this week. The Eight Year Old came out of school with a letter that each of  the pupils had been given addressed to their parents.  As he handed the letter to his Dad he said "there's been some very sad news". The 'very sad news' was, and is, shocking.  Too much to take in.  Almost incomprehensible if you're only eight.  A girl in The Eight Year Old's class has died.   It has happened suddenly after her...