Dear Little Man
It feels like I only wrote to you for your eighth birthday two minutes ago – and now you are nine! You bring so much joy to our lives and as much as I loved your baby and toddler years, I am loving this bigger, kind, beautiful, knowledgeable boy you’ve become. Watching you grow and seeing you learn is one of my favourite things in life. It’s a pleasure.
Dear Little Pickle
I can’t quite believe that I’m already writing this letter to you. Your tenth birthday has come round so quickly. I still remember writing that very first letter to you and deciding I would make it a tradition, writing to you and any future children, each year on your birthdays.
Dear Little Man
How are you eight already? This will be your second pandemic birthday, spending the last one seeing relatives on the doorstep but having a great day anyway. This year, we’re allowed to see one other family at a time in the garden and so your celebrations will be stretched out to see everyone safely – but still at a distance. I hope next year can be normal for you.
I say thank you a lot on here. I thanked the children’s teachers at the end of the year and I thanked them at the start of the pandemic too. I’ve also thanked readers and followers in years gone by.
But, never before have I really thanked the children. But this one is for them.
A while ago I wrote a list of 40 things to achieve and do before I turn 40 and so I thought it’s about time I wrote another update to let you know how I’m getting on with that challenge. So here goes!
Dear Little Pickle
I know I say this every year but it feels like yesterday you came into our lives. And yet it’s nine years since you were born, nine years since you made us parents and nine whole years since you changed our lives forever.
Dear Little Man
Well, this really isn’t the birthday I expected it to be. This year is so different to every other year as we’re spending your birthday in lockdown during the coronavirus pandemic. We’ve been at home for over 7 weeks now and life has changed massively since I wrote my last birthday letter to you.
Today I turn 35. Halfway to 70. I know that whilst I was growing up that anything over thirty felt so old and so far away but now that I’m here, in my middle years, it feels like life has gone so quickly up until this point and I am willing it to slow down just a little. I want to stop and appreciate life before I find myself another ten years older.
To our Little Pickle
Honestly, I say it every year but I cannot quite believe you are eight. 80% of the way to double digits, about the start Year 4 at school and so, so clever. I have no idea how the tiny 6lb 4oz baby you started at has grown into this beautiful young lady so quickly.
29th May 2009
Oh Donna
Just look at you. 24 and so beautiful in your dress. You’ve been up for hours for hair and makeup and you didn’t really sleep last night. But you still look as lovely as you had hoped. The hair stylist ends up putting your veil in back to front and having to change it just before you leave for the church, it means your hair comes undone so much earlier than it should have – and that will still annoy you ten years later.