2nd February

The 2nd February is a significant date in my family. On that day, in 1998, my little sister was born. Now, she has to share her birthday with my son, as Harrison was born just after midnight on the same date, exactly 18 years later. For anyone doing the maths, that was just over six weeks ago at the time of writing this.

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My first time holding my son, not long after his birth

It’s incredible how difficult it’s been to find time to even think about writing here, let alone actually do it. As any new parent reading this will know, and as I also know all too well now, free time comes at a minimum when you have a newborn baby. At this exact moment in time though, Harrison is upstairs having a late supper, and I’ve got the opportunity to pull out my laptop and quickly confirm that my baby was born healthy, and it absolutely perfect in every single way.

More soon!