The Princess has a birthday

The most amazing thing I have ever done is give birth to a child. If you knew me thirty-six years ago you’ll know that the birth of my daughter put me on a high from which I have not yet come down! She has been the best thing ever to happen to me. But how can thirty-six years flash by so quickly.

Of course when I think about it and when I look back on past journals that I’ve kept from time to time I realise that – yes – a lot has happened in those thirty-six years. Yet I still call her Baby and she doesn’t object!

My baby has always been a little princess – and when she met her big sisters for the first time at the age of two and a half I think they realised that she was going to be treated like one. To them she became a live doll that they could dress up and play with. They could have been jealous but they weren’t – they immediately adopted her as their baby sister when we all became a blended family. And for that I am eternally grateful.

On Tuesday we celebrated her birthday with an afternoon tea party. We had the cake and candles which she had to blow out and some cousins, aunts and uncles and friends attended. Thank you everyone for making it a special afternoon.