This is fourteen.
The older this kid gets, the more authentically themselves they are.
And we are so lucky to be surrounded by such lovely people. A call out to the Monday afternoon boardgames group, and we had an impromptu socially distanced picnic party.
After three months of lockdown, pizza in the front yard was a massive deal. There will be a proper party to come, but today was perfect.
Just like Inigo.
Eleven years since we met.
You’ve changed me profoundly.
I love you. And that love barely hurts any more. Loving you has been the scariest thing I’ve ever done, and the thing I’ve learned the most from.
Losing you has been the most profound, epic, and achingly raw experience of my life. But with that loss has come a richness and depth that has been one of the greatest gifts of my very privileged life.
Happy Birthday to the babies who made such a huge hole in my life when they left, and thank you for the gifts you’ve helped me to fill that hole with.
Disco Knitter 