He’s one. One. A whole year has passed since he join us.
How is that even possible? He was only a newborn yesterday!
I remember lying on that hospital bed and they placed the most perfect little boy on my chest. He had black hair and huge, beautiful blue eyes.
We were both pretty exhausted after a long labour and so we just lay there, so happy and content.
We had achieved a VBAC2 and although elated, pretty shellshocked.
Alfie’s such a delightful little person and nothing makes him happier than hanging out with his older siblings. Or Buddy the dog. He loves them no end.
He loves to explore and is such a confident little boy.
He’s extremely sociable and loves to be around people – especially kids.
He’s adventurous, and will try and climb any kind of stair, ladder, stool – you name it, he’ll try and conquer it.
But he’s also extremely affectionate and will give you the best snuggles imaginable.
The moment he joined our family I became a mother of three. Everything changed from then on. The way we live, travel, eat. I’ve changed.
But all to the better mind. I’m more confident and self assured. In a kind of “I’ve got this – bring it on” way.
It’s reassuring to know and trust what I’m doing. In the same breath, also having the confidence to ask for help and advice when needed.
It’s going to be hard being the youngest but he has the bests of prospects with such caring and loving siblings.
Jackson and Maggie were up at 5.30am this morning. They had tidied the front room and decorated the room with birthday presents and balloons. Such super stars. They will always have your back.
So, happy birthday little man. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for you.