Turning 29 meant waking up early to the nonsensical chattering of a 15 month old beautiful little boy.
It meant being (gently) pushed back into bed by my husband for a few more minutes of rest.
It meant that little boy oh-so-proudly carrying up the card he had scribbled on while his dad guided his hand to write out his name.
Turning 29 meant my heart being so full of love for these two boys in my life. Who are my life. It meant sitting on the floor and laughing and playing and not looking at the time.
Watching these two making bread. Of the explaining and patience Gareth never ceases to show, for the thoughtfulness he is constantly putting in while raising his son.
Turning 29 meant one more day in this wonderful life.