The happiest of Birthdays to my 8 year old boy. How did this happen? I’m mean he’s 8?! 8 years ago we brought this little bundle home and placed him in his car seat in our front room and just looked at each other and him in turn. Everything changed in that moment. We were responsible for him. He just made us a family. We made him. This perfect little person. It was the best moment of realisation. I was a Mummy.
We spent his birthday evening at the beach eating fish and chips and cake. The next day he had his school buddies round to play and then a family BBQ in the afternoon.