Let the Celebrations Begin

Said in Richard's Crystal Maze boom!

My girl, my precious, beautiful, strong, talented girl, is 30. Born at 12.30 am, she woke up 30, no pretence, no holding on to the last few hours of 20s. A proper 30 year old.

She invited us to celebrate with her and Laus. She chose the restaurant, and I was amazed that she had chosen one run and owned by her birth room partner, Tomas. Cardinal was exceptional.

30 years ago, when I was in the labour ward, one of my NCT mums was on the ward, having just given birth. Once Ellen arrived, we were put in the same 2 bed ward together. Nights of champagne celebrations began...what were we thinking? It certainly wouldn't happen now.

My girl makes me so proud. She is strong, independent, talented, considerate, beautiful, and so gentle. Whilst she hates being the centre of attention, this is the first of several gatherings (not parties - there's expectations around that word), the next being at my house on Sunday.

Laus made Ellen a cheesecake today, his first 'cake', he was very proud. This, of course, made her father suggest he should try baking a cake. So, feet up cuppa tea, Dad can make the chocolate shard Malteser birthday cake!!!!

To my girl, Happy Birthday precious, more than Jelly Tots, but you know that. X