Letters to my children ❤️
Lewis, Of all the birthdays I’ve sat here and cried over – your first birthday, hitting double figures, becoming a teen – this one has hit me harder than all of them put together, there’s no doubt about it. Eighteen, a grown up, an official confirmation that you are so far away from that beautiful…
Eva, Every year when your birthday comes around I find myself falling down a rabbit hole of memories, feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, thinking back to the days when you kicked inside my tummy, when all of our hopes and dreams laid so heavily on your shoulders. During those long dark nights when I’d lie…
Joseph, As I sit here writing this to you on the eve of your 15th birthday, basking in the warmth of a balmy summers evening in Wales, your brother and sisters running wild in a way which would make a teenage you roll your eyes in annoyance, I find myself wondering, for the millionth time,…
Harry, Every year when your birthdays come around, I struggle to find the words to write. Not just because it feels hugely emotional that the baby of our family is growing so fast, knowing that for every first it will also be our last, but sometimes I just worry that I won’t do justice in…
Meggy, Today you are eight and although every year I sit here and lament how fast the time has gone for your siblings, with you it never seems to feel that way. In so many ways it feels as though you have been here forever and I’m not sure I can even remember a life…
Lewis, I’ve been sat staring at an empty screen for the last hour trying to find a way to put into words everything I want to share with you this year and yet I’m struggling to see past my tears. I can just imagine you reading this, rolling your eyes at me getting all emotional,…