I came across this picture of my mother holding me, as an infant, in her lap. I had to look twice before it registered that it was not a picture of me holding one of my babies. Because I remembered an image of myself with one of the girls that had a comforting, if unexpected, similarity. I am amazed that my mother and I stare into the camera's lens with the same serene intensity, and that both dark-eyed babies mouth their hands with the same well-fed contentment.
My husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary this month. After the ceremony eight years ago, our guests enjoyed strawberries and cream whilst toasting us with raspberry bellinis. How fitting that our children scoffed all the strawberries this year before we even had a chance to pop the champagne!
August 2, 2002
August 2, 2010
And our beloved birthpool - which soothed me during Imogen's labour and welcomed Esme into the world, which has spent time in the homes of at least eight other women as they welcomed their own babies into the world - was the scene of much splishing and sploshing during our celebration of my birth this month. How much joy this piece of plastic has brought into our lives!