With the theme at The Gallery this week being 'babies', of course I couldn't resist the opportunity to reminisce about those days- those days of intense happiness, weighed somewhat evenly by immense shock.
The morning I was told I could take my daughter home. Three days old, whilst she only weighed 7lb3oz this photo of Seren made her appear so big, compared to this tiny precious bundle I was too scared to drive home. I think I got overtaken by every car heading to my hometown as I refused to drive at more than 20mph!
Life has a habit of working out.
Seren welcomed her brothers with all the love and affection she has demonstrated every day since.
It was tough- when has raising children ever been easy?
But I have a team.
A team of Johnson's who look out for each other, who play together, who quarrel with the best of them, and who make up and move on.
I miss them being babies, the promise not to overlook the moments, but overlooking some nonetheless.
But I am loving every minute of them growing up, and becoming.