Letters to my children ❤️
Meggy, It feels like two minutes ago I was sat here writing your ninth birthday letter and yet here we are, ten. A whole decade of our little wild one and what a rollercoaster ten years it has been. Every year on your birthday I scroll back through the endless photos I have of you…
Lewis, Every year when I sit down to write your birthday letter it becomes more and more apparent that with every passing year, I have less and less to share. It’s funny to think that years ago when I first started writing these letters I would always have so much to write that I’d literally…
Eva, It doesn’t feel like two minutes have passed since I sat here last year, tears streaming down my face as I typed out your birthday letter. In fact it feels like no time at all since you were placed in my arms, after all of those years spent waiting, and you looked into my…
Joseph, This year I’m writing your birthday letter on the long drive down to France, painfully aware of the missing face in the back seat of the car or wondering if perhaps this year you would have chose to stay at home with Lewis and get up to all kinds of mischief together. I’d give…
Harry, As I write this letter to you from my sun lounger in Crete on the eve of your 8th birthday, I have to keep swallowing that rising lump in my throat that you, the baby of our family, are eight. I’ve made no secret of the fact you were very much a surprise and…
Meggy, Today you are nine and even as I type those words I can’t quite believe that they are true. I say this every year but it feels like just yesterday you were placed in my arms, your little face all red and angry, screaming at the top of your lungs, and I think it’s…