Rain gently fell as the sun rose, and for a while I thought my plans for an outdoor party would have to be abandoned. But as the morning progressed, the rain cleared, the clouds parted and the sun shone - just for my Ziggy. We pitched our 'tent' and i hung the bunting flags I'd made the day before. I didn't want balloons and thought I could quickly 'whip up' some buntings in a couple of hours... it took considerably longer, but the effort was worth it - i think they looked wonderful.
Beautiful people, good food, good wine, good music, good weather - all the necessary incredients for a good party. And is was a good party. But not a fabulous party. Ziggy was sick, very sick. He is teething again, and had a raging temperature that couldn't be tempered. He didn't play with his presents, or enjoy the bunting flags i'd made for him to watch swaying in the breeze. He didn't blow out his candle or eat any birthday cake. He cried, he slept in bed, he sat quietly, staring - not really taking anything in, he slept in the arms of people who loved him and then he went to bed again. I didn't take any photos.
That night, i crawled into bed, i pulled my sick baby close and held his hot little body in my arms. I breathed his scent in deeply and there in the dark, in the silence, i listened to his one year old heart beat in unison with mine.
Happy birthday little man. I love you.