A belated post, as Friday 10th October marked the day that we celebrated our darling little Henry's very first birthday. A child turning one is momentous in so many ways. Not only has a baby blossomed into a toddler, it signifies a year of firsts, a year of learning, of tears and triumphs, bonding and discovery. The occasion was especially poignant for Matt and I. Our beautiful rainbow baby, turning one. Our third child, yet our first experience of parenting. It is strange and difficult to comprehend that Henry would not exist if William and Noah had lived. The eve of his birthday held bittersweet emotions. A wave of grief rode in, perhaps naively unexpected. It held elation as we had reached such a significant milestone, yet sadness lingered, reminding us that we never had the chance to celebrate William and Noah, not their first birthday, nor even their birth.
As I wrote in my Being a Mother post, Henry has brought us so much joy. He is the greatest gift to have been bestowed upon us and we feel so blessed to have him in our lives. The morning of his birthday was spent opening presents, playing with balloons and singing along at our usual Rhyme Time in the library, before we all took a trip to the park and followed it up with cake. Henry was a little apprehensive at first, having never tried cake before, but after he tasted a little bit, he delved right in and was in his element grabbing handfuls of icing!
The following days we celebrated with family. Henry was spoiled with the lovely gifts he received and a beautiful rainbow assortment of sweet treats lovingly created by my mum. A triple layered birthday cake, pastel pavlova, cloud cookies and pink lemonade complete with paper straws were the order of the day, laid out underneath a sky of fluffy pom poms. It was such a special time, and Henry looked ever so cute in his little knitted crown!