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.
Dear Little Man
Every year I say this, and every year it’s the same – how are you so big already? How can you possibly be six when you were only turning five two minutes ago. You my youngest, my baby. Because of this I think that everything with you seems to go so much quicker. And just like that you are six. Happy birthday my wonderful boy.
Do you ever sit back and wonder where the time has gone? Well, a few days ago I realised that this website would be turning four today and I couldn’t quite believe it.
Today is my Birthday. I’m 34 years old and, like with most birthdays that don’t end in a zero, it’s a pretty insignificant birthday to mark. But this year has been a big year for me and one that I felt I should take the time to appreciate.
To our Dearest Little Pickle,
It feels like yesterday I was writing my last letter to you, just before your sixth birthday when you were about to go into Year Two. Now, you’ve finished your last year at Infants and in a few short days you’ll be starting at Juniors – a whole new chapter in your life.
Oh Little Man,
How are you five already? It feels like yesterday I was writing to you on your fourth birthday and yet, here we are, another whole year down the line.
Today I am 33. I can’t really say being 33 will be any different from being 32 – or 31 before it. These years aren’t ones of moving house, having new babies, getting married or anything else massively eventful. Instead they are years of enjoying what we have, watching our children grow and just living life.
Dear Little Pickle,
How are you six already? It feels like yesterday that you turned five and spent the next months saying that you wanted to still be four – and to be four forever. At that point I really did think that you’d tell everyone that you were four forever but somewhere between autumn and spring you decided that actually, five was a pretty awesome age, and you rolled with it – all the way to six.
Oh Little Man,
Happy Birthday my sweet little boy. How you are four already I will never quite understand, those months and years have gone by so fast although I have made sure I have held onto each day as much as I can.