John Turns One.

My little sausage. My Mr John. My squishy baby.
Today you turn one year old.

You woke Daddy & I at 6.30am this morning - too early in my opinion but your good mood was infectious so we agreed to start the day.
After cuddles and a play in our bed, you toddled on through to the living room whilst holding Mummy’s hands. Of course, you were more interested in the bottle of anti-bacterial spray that had fallen from the table than you were the teepee full of present & cards for you.

With a little bit of encouragement you crawled on in and Daddy helped you unwrap your parcels. Just like Christmas you were more interested in the paper than the presents!

Mummy made you some special birthday cake pancakes, complete with one little candle for you to blow out, however you thought it made more sense to put the candle out with your hand; there was a lesson in that (& some tears too!).
This year has gone by too quickly. Mummy & Daddy can’t quite believe it. Last night I played back in my mind the events of last year. Phoning triage at 11pm, driving over the cobbled road to the hospital, being checked into our birthing suite in the final minutes of the 16th of January…
You woke last night at 2am for a feed. I thought some more. About how my contractions never seemed to become regular, the beginning of the exhaustion that has lasted a year, your Daddy just dropping off to sleep before I shouted about needing to push… At 8.08am this morning as you ate your pancakes I kissed you and smiled. The moment you entered the world. The moment we became a family.