Yesterday, at 13 weeks and 3 days old, Little Man rolled over for the first time. Then the second time, and the third.
I’m at a point in life where I am feeling incredibly content with the way things are. I have two beautiful children, an amazing Husband, a house that will forever be our home and I really couldn’t ask for more.
I am part of one of the smallest minorities in the world. I am one of only 1-2% of the population. I am ginger. I have always been ginger.
The last couple of weeks, and my last couple of blog posts have cemented the fact that I am really proud of where I have got to in life. The last 9 months since LP arrived have been my happiest and I have been thinking often ‘If I knew then what I know now…’