Meet little Lucky.
Before he was born, Missy referred to him as Lucky. In fact she insisted that this was going to be his real name when he was born. And so, it is actually lovely that I can use that as his name here on the blog.
In this photo, he was just a few days old. He is now 7 months, with twin dimples and gleaming eyes, and a huge grin. Hair growing and chewing everything. Rolling, and sitting and doing all the things little boys will be doing and specialising in capturing hearts.
I will do a Letter to my Grandson soon. The one I did the day Missy was born is still special to me. Lucky needs one too.
I started reading all the blog posts I had missed during the year yesterday, and it was incredibly hard. I was running a real gamut of emotions. So much has happened. Dearly loved people have died, there have been births, joys, devastating events, and so much more. Grief. Despair. Fear. Joy. Celebration. Excitement. Loneliness. Worry. Illness. Redundancy. Marriage. Divorce. Babies. Adventure. Delight.
Life, in all its many guises has been happening, as it always will. Night follows day. The earth keeps turning.
I think it is knowing how much support all of you have been to me over the years - I wanted to be there for all of you too. And this time I wasn't. I am so sorry. You have all crowded back into my heart where you belong, and there you will stay.
So I am wishing you all a very happy Christmas - tomorrow is almost here - and a new year full of hope and love.
Thank you for sticking around.