So, this post is a little late, but I just didn’t want to write it straight away. I was just Bill’s mother this weekend gone by. It was all I wanted to be, or needed to be. The videos could wait. The photos – only when the moment took me.
And sometimes that’s the way life should be sometimes. Especially on days like this.
My little boy.
I didn’t get to spend the day of his birthday with him. The night before, I cried, leant against the sofa because it felt so very wrong to imagine waking up without him by my side.
But the day soon came to an end and soon I was home, pulling into our driveway to see him there already, a little early (which was perfect for me) with his dad.
We crowded round him. Doling out kisses and hugs. Mama and Mark, Granny and Po. And little Bill.
Eyes were tightly closed.
Little palms held open.
And, in Granny’s case, a coconut! Don’t ask – I never will understand my mother. But it’s part of her charm!
On Saturday, we grouped together. A family.
Chilli. Chicken drumsticks. Honey and mustard sausages. Salads. Steaming hot garlic bread. Cheese.
And of course piggy cupcakes.
My brother James and his girlfriend Nikky came. She’s so lovely. And how pretty? Bill likes her too. And I admire how confident she is with him, even though I know how nerve-wracking it can be when other people’s children are thrust at you.
And Grandma and Gramps too.
I still well-up when I see my grandparents with Bill. It’s such a lovely thing to see. And I feel like I’ve given them a gift in a way.
And of course my wonderful parents. Thank you for bringing the chilli, Mum. It was lovely.
We may have had a cake fight. Just Mama and Bill.
And I definitely spent too much time photographing Romeo. He’s been housebound for three weeks now. One or two more and we can finally let him roam!
We had the traditional caterpillar cake. We had this cake when we were little and it doesn’t feel like a birthday without one.
I was just really, really happy.