Hoppy Birthday, darlin...

Imagine.

The Childs birthday, a mini-party after Saturdays bigger pre-teen blowout, which I missed because of work.
Just a couple of her mates, a cake and fizzy pop, icecream and screaming.

I had a slice, too, just to celebrate a frankly implausible anniversary.

A far-too-swiftly passed decade of parenthood....

Do I get a certificate?

Hoppy Birthday, mo leanbh, mo chroi, mo stor.