About Me, Birthdays, Health and wellbeing

My first, my last…my everything┬á

  
On the eve of my littlest bean’s birthday…number 4…the birthday that means the start of school…the birthday that means leaving me home alone come September…and I want to feel so so happy about how he is growing into one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, growing into someone that makes me laugh uncontrollably every day without fail BUT I’m struggling, struggling with the fact that he is my last, my last baby.
No more smells of baby hair, no more waiting for that first smile, no more swollen ankles, no more sick stains on my left shoulder, no more tears in the middle of the night at being useless at breastfeeding…

 But tomorrow he will wake so excited about his day, to see all his friends, to tell them how now he’s a big boy he gets to go to school…and I will smile…

Smile everyday, that I’m lucky, lucky to have two beautiful kids and cuddle him that little bit tighter, knowing that he is my last…

(Simon would this be a good opportunity to ask you for a sausage dog…please?) ­čśë

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