On this, the very last day of Winter, exactly 11 years ago, James came kicking and screaming into the world. Well I was told he did – I was (ahem) asleep at the time thanks to some lovely drugs the Doctor gave me…vbg. I do remember partially waking up and seeing him nestled safely in his Daddy’s arms back in my hospital room both of them waiting sort of patiently for me to arrive so James could be feed. Trust me things haven’t changed that much…vbg.
I cannot for the life of me figure out how the past 11 years have flown by but trust me they have.
We have had years full of laughter and tears. Hugs and kisses and lots of “I love you Mum”.
Both Ashley and I couldn’t be any prouder of the fine young man James is becoming than we are already.
Happy Birthday James
We all love you very much.