22

A whole year since we first locked down on J's 21st birthday. A year of many challenges. I think we both felt quite melancholy,  all I could do was spoil her with a few little gifts, and her sister sent over some nice clothes (she's the 'shopper' in the family). But really J should have been celebrating with her friends at uni, doing all the things young people are supposed to do, but hey - as we all know so well - it is what it is.


Thinking in broader terms though - from my perspective, 22 years since I first held that little bundle who has brought me so much joy (and a few grey hairs!). It makes one super tough year feel like a drop in the ocean perhaps.