Henry has just turned two. Two whole years have passed since we held him for the very first time.
We had a little party for him, with lots of balloons, lots of lovely friends and family, and lots of cake. I spent the two days previous baking various Thomas-themed goodies. Every year I’ll make him an epic themed cake and it’ll be tradition. When he’s older and has a little family of his own, he’ll still get a cake baked by his mama. And hopefully my skills would have improved after all those years of struggling with icing.
I can’t believe how quick the time has gone, and how much he has learnt and developed. My little, train-obsessed baby has made me smile, entertained me and made me feel so much love. I can’t even put this into words.
He’s a very well-behaved toddler, and makes me so proud. There is nothing nicer than hearing ‘mummy, cuddles’ or ‘love you mummy’. Or on his second birthday we woke up to a very lovely rendition of ‘wheels on the bus’ in his beautiful sing-song voice over the baby monitor.
Nothing in this world tops it.