It’s that time of year again when old age creeps a little closer to me and my beautiful baby boy grows a little older!
And what better topic for my 100th post – cos having a grown up son makes me fel that old!!
How can that poorly bundle who had just a traumatic start in life be a handsome 22 year old about to embark on the greatest adventure so far and spend his summer in Norway
How proud of a person can one mummy be? ‘cos I think I just broke through that barrier.
He is loving to his beautiful Irish girlie, a rock for his baby sister Bernard, a gaming mate to his just-as-proud-as-me dad and a hero to all the little people in our lives who still bounce with excitement when ‘Joshy Sploshy’ comes home to visit from ‘big big school far far away’
So happy birthday baby boy, your mummy loves more than words can say x