This weeks magic moment has to be the Boy’s Birthday. I can remember so clearly the day he was born it was a Sunday and he arrived just in time for roast dinner. Shame I only got offered Marmite on toast and a cup of tea. I don’t think I cared though as I just kept looking at my little bundle and saying hello. I still say hello to him each night before I go to bed when he is tucked up and all the troubles of the day have disappeared!