On Monday March 9th I turned 25, something which I have to say made me feel very old - God forbid how I'll feel when I turn 45! I didn't plan anything special for my birthday, it's just a normal day as far as I'm concerned, plus my other half was working so it was just my boy and I and it was raining and blowing a gale so the weather wasn't ideal for going on a little adventure together. My boy was being a right pup on the day too, he began crying at five o' clock in the morning, broke my beautiful white rabbit porcelain lamp and scribbled all over the cream leather couch in pen... happy birthday to me from my little rascal of a toddler!
I haven't had a birthday cake in years and this year was no exception, I had to go and buy myself and Jacek some raspberry and white chocolate tartlets and our boy a chocolate biscuit cake, everything was so yummy, if I had one of those tartlets right now I'd eat it for breakfast! Starving! Jacek arrived home from work with a lovely card and a bottle of pink cava for me, which I have yet to drink (tonight is the night!). We were supposed to get a takeaway and have a drink together but as we were heading to Amsterdam very early the next morning and needed to get our boy settled in my parents house for the night we just didn't have the time, plus we were both exhausted - we're officially over the hill now!
So that was my 25th birthday, not the most exciting of days but spent with those I love most in the world. Plus, even though I shed a few tears leaving my boy in my parents that night so that Jacek and I could go to Amsterdam the next morning (more to come on this tomorrow!), he gave me the most lovely present, he fell asleep on my lap, cuddled into me whilst I stroked his curls. This is something he hadn't done since he was very small and it meant the world to me.