Anyone who has a naughty “spirited child” will know just how precious these good days can be. At times it feels as though our whole lives revolve around Meggy and whether she is having a good day or a bad day.
Lately, with her ill health, she has been more frustrated and angry than ever, but she seems to be on the mend and has been nothing but lovely this afternoon, even telling me that I am her best friend and she thinks I am “super”.
Long may it last!!!
I’m sure that I just had a baby. It’s as clear as day in my mind, the labour, the birth, those long weeks sat in neonatal willing him to get better. It feels just like yesterday when we carried him out of the hospital, drove 10mph all the way home, introduced him to his brother…
Sat here this afternoon watching my girls play, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous. Not just because of their big blue eyes, which I would swap for my boring brown ones in an instant, or of their super long eyelashes which I still can’t compete with after three coats of ultra lash…
I hate the snow. I hate being cold, I hate being wet and I hate the inevitable sludge in my boots, frostbite in my fingers and windburn across my face. But like most children waking up around England this morning, my four were absolutely ecstatic to discover a spattering of snow and the prospect of….sledging!!! So…
Lately I have been working with Petplan Pet Insurance on a campaign to share “My pet story”. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to share someone very special with you all, my Charlie Chops….. There are people who can change your life forever, people who touch your heart in ways you can’t explain, people you can never…
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…
Eva, Every year when I sit down to write these letters to you I ask myself how your birthday can possibly have come around again so fast, how I have failed to notice, as the weeks turned to months, that you have grown taller and more beautiful right before my very eyes. And yet here…