Now a few months into his 6th year (or is it his 7th? This always confuses me…), Hux is a character and a half. He has an answer to everything, some cheekier than others, and is one of the smartest most hilarious little chaps I have ever met.
On the eve of my 33rd birthday I Googled “what happens when you are 33?” which I think pretty much sums up my laissez faire attitude to my extra year.
“All those things that weren’t supposed to happen? They happened. What happens next is up to you.”
Dearest Elfie: my firstborn, the one who made me a mother. My closest ally, my harshest critic, my biggest diva ;) It’s illuminating how different your relationship can be with your kids, how much their personalities and temperaments can vary…
Hux turning five was a bit emotional for me this year. It felt like a big milestone, almost five years we’ve done this thing alone, five years of our little threesome. I can hand-on-heart say that, although we may not be where I thought we’d be at this point, we’re somewhere even better.
I turned 31 on Monday. And for the first time in forever, I actually approached the event feeling excited about the fact I was getting that little bit older. I almost felt – can you believe it? – wiser. Because…