On a little break filled with sunshine, all the girls in our family had their birthdays. Two blonde birthday girls.
My little girl declines to be mainstreamed into any age category and has announced she’s ‘yellow’ (or lello) not two. Fair enough.
At the ripe old age of 37, her Mama was just happy to have a beer in the sunshine and to rest up with the bigglies and littlies in some warmth and a complete change of scene. There were no jobs, no colds, no knitting (amazingly enough). Early starts and all that goes with life with two toddlers followed us but barefeet and sunshine were a pretty nice pressie.
Happy birthday to us!