one today …
this morning a year ago I woke up (at 5am for a bath) spent the day nil by mouth convinced that I’d never meet The Spaniard … this morning Hope had breakfast in bed with me; breastmilk followed by a feast of grapes, cheese and toast with a tiny taste of marmite on it…
cake icing catastrophe … icing all ran off the cake … never mind!!
Gosh how overwhelming … my girl … one year old.
