Dear God, I'm forty. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Other than, not forty. Hopefully this is the last birthday/Valentine's Day I'll have to spend away from my boy. Who, by the way, is the best boy in the world and sends lovely presents.
Mum came to visit with a cake and a photo album with lots of pictures of small!me for me to keep. She'd had them duplicated from the family albums. There's one from my first birthday with my entire head covered in cake and jam. I was pondering the possibility of re-enacting it but decided it was a funnier idea in theory than it would have been in practice, especially as I'm the one who'd have to clean up.
Oh, Simon, I missed your birthday! I'm so sorry sweetheart. I was so busy with Fashion Week stuff I just had a total memory lapse. (I even forgot Valentine's.) I'm glad it was a good day. I'd kind of like to see you with a cakey jammy face, though. Not your entire head, but your face, that'd be adorable.
The last you'll spend away from your boy, does that mean he's coming to you, or are you coming to us? I miss you, I can't wait to see you. I need a Simon hug soon. ♥♥♥