Dear Max Pax
I’ve been busy at your sister blog Rattle and Mum and I’m having loads of fun. I love you both equally, and I don’t have favourites, honest (this is not Sophie’s Choice).
The week has been a good one. It was my birthday this week and I’m sorry I didn’t spend it with you, aside from tea and cake together in the morning. I missed you a lot and hope to eat more cupcakes with you next year for the WHOLE day.
I’ve been busy working with great people and projects, and trying to build up running mileage each day. I’m getting excited and scared for the beeeg races this year, and trying to think of those finish lines, and hopefully celebrations afterwards.
I never believed when parents said their kids get cuter every day, but I kinda get it now. You really are getting more chatty and charismatic each day, and even freaking cuter. Despite the unpredictability. And I’ve realised the job title I’m most proud of in my life is “mama” and “moooomeeeee” (even when screamt during a tantrum). I couldn’t have a better role in life.
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