What a year it has been. So much I have learnt and discovered.
I feel like I am not so much celebrating C’s first birthday, but rather, celebrating our first year as a family. We have all grown so much in this time, in ways that we had no idea we might; discovering new things about ourselves and about each other; learning and re-learning essential things about Life. This won’t stop here, at the end of one year. It is a journey that will continue for years to come.
My viewpoint and perspective on life has shifted. This is a wonderful and good thing in so many ways. Aged 37, I feel like I have only just discovered what love really is, how immense, and strong and pure it can be. It is such a joy to experience, something I had no idea I would discover in becoming a parent.
But along with that I have also discovered new kinds of sadness and pain, just as strong and vivid. My understanding of who we are as a society, a culture, is changing and my understanding of what is important to me is being revised constantly. I am exploring and testing new (to me) ways of thinking about the world around me, especially the things that make me sad. Hopefully in time I'll find ways that diminish these kinds of feelings.
But I don’t want to end this post on a down note. Because the year that has just passed has been wonderful. It has been a joyful and rewarding adventure. Like any truly wonderful adventure, what makes it so good is not so much where I’ve been (in a house that’s too small), or what I’ve been doing (too many loads of laundry and wiping a dirty bottom, time and time again), but who I shared the adventure with.
My men. My special men. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.

















