The Last Year of my Twenties



So it is officially now the last year of my twenties, I turned 29 on monday and the greys are still doing their usual uncalled for sprouting as well as a bit of thinning in the hairline area..lol. God, I forgot I need to sign up for poker face botox some time. Just kidding, I will just continue calling them my laughter lines.


I had an amazing birthday with my loves. I had the little Miss make a pizza from scratch for me especially and she decorated the cake with smarties ( which she promptly stole whilst we were all sat down) I am immensely grateful for the wonderful people in my life. I am truly blessed. We laughed, we chatted, I had my little girl running and giggling around me….it was good.Whilst I was making a video of her making her pizza she turned to us all and said  “Im just like Gordon Ramsay Mom!”

Her pizza turned out to be the tastiest, so she ended up being a really little Gordon without all the F-words 🙂




I look back at what a tumultuous couple of years it has been, I look back at the loss and the defeat at times, and then I look at this picture of my little girl helping me blow out my candles and it grounds me. Our memories. Good in spite of whatever has been thrown our way and I feel a deep and irreplaceable sense of gratitude, for the man who has stood by my side through the pain and held my hand and my little girls hand. To the amazing family who have adopted us and loved us and who made such a special evening for us and continue to be of invaluable support to all of us.




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To The Daddies

To the Dads who have been there to hold my little girls hand, to the Dads who have stepped in and been her prince, to the Dad who picks up her up and swing her around, who squeezes his bum into a little chair just to draw on a chalkboard with her, to the Dad who held her tight and threw her giggling into the air, to the Dad who kissed her little hand and knelt down to make it better. To the Dad who is her Angel now, to the Dad who I see so much in her each day and from whom I know that feisty mediterranean nature comes from, to the Dad who swung her over his shoulders and laughed at his little sack of potatoes. To the Dad who taught her to fly a kite and ran giggling with her yesterday and made us popcorn in bed AND lay next to us to watch her favourite movie. To the Dad who sings along with us to the Lorax without fail every single time….

To all of you

My little girl is more blessed than I can convey, to all the men who have stood in and taken part and become so much a part of her world and so much her hero’s – Thank You!