Goodness gracious me, where on earth did the last year go?
Our little girl turned one last weekend; I can hardly believe it has been twelve months since that bout of indigestion that turned out to be labour. And two whole years since I tentatively asked John whether he'd be interested in mixing up a baby in a petri dish.
Thank God he said yes.
And so here we are. Our longed for baby girl is a proper person now, full of toothy babble, sticky-up hairdos and a throaty laugh that starts in her roly poly belly and crinkles her whole face in a big giggly smile that makes us all feel warm and smiley on the inside.
Here's a vignette of her life so far . . .