The strangest birthday

This week I turned 31. Very quietly. Without much of a wish-list and few expectations. Or should I say with a very different wish list and set of expectations: for a happy child, pain-free feeding, perhaps a nap, and some quiet time to appreciate all that I am grateful for.

The sun shone and my two-week old daughter and I went for a walk with Granny. It was a lovely way to celebrate a birthday.