Two of my favourite people

My husband and my daughter.

And at 6am we're picking another of my favourite people up from Gatwick - my sister is home after three months in San Fransisco.

Last time I picked her up from the airport I was 39 weeks pregnant. She'd made me promise to cross my legs and not give birth until she was home. I promised - and was good to my word. We picked her up at 7pm and went out for dinner. She was laughing hysterically at my bump the whole time. At 9am the next morning, Lyra was born.

I hope Bryony doesn't expect me to celebrate her arrival home by giving birth again this time...