mama like no other! Through the years, every second of the way, even when distance seemed to prevail, she’s been there . . . Through each trial, every heartbreak and pain, even when giving up seemed the only way, she’s been there . . . The first one to smile at me on my entrance [...]
The long awaited day had finally arrived: Bumble Bee's 4th birthday. The night before, Boo of life and I had spent some time decorating the living room with balloons, buntings and honeycomb decorations as a surprise for him the next morning. So much for being born in winter; so far, Bumble Bee has had less [...]
It was a year ago. We walked out of the house together and stood by the car. Something wasn't right and we both could see it. The windscreen was covered in ice and I knew we wouldn't get far without cleaning it. We had already been through so much together and our exit from the [...]
It was Bumble-Bee's birthday on Tuesday. My amazing drummer boy turned 3. In the run-up to his birthday, every time he was asked what he wanted, he would say "Rainbow cake". At a point, my friends began to wonder what his fascination was for rainbows. "I want 'rainbow' drumsticks" "I want 'rainbow' shoe" "I want [...]
. . . and HIS!
Happy Birthday Dad . . .
Happy Birthday to me . . .
I heard a cry from the Queen and turned to her wondering what was going on.
Now how many men of influence don't surround themselves with so much bureaucracy that it's easy to have a human earthly contact with them?
Where else can I be vulnerable? Where else will I let my hair down? Where else would I never be ashamed of my weaknesses, except in the company of friends?
But one day, this woman looked me in both eyes and said: "You and your brothers are the reason I'm still here". Heart. Stop. I think I felt guilty. But then I didn't understand. My guilt should have been gratitude instead.