

The morning of my baby's first birthday felt… strange.
A bit like the calm before the storm — if the storm involved a tiny human who had just discovered cake exists and had absolutely no boundaries when it came to sticking their fingers in it.
But watching my one-year-old wobble around with frosting everywhere but their mouth, I was hit with all the feelings: pride, relief, exhaustion and a huge sense of awe.
Because seriously — how on earth is this tiny human already one?