This time two years ago I was feeling excited, anxious and a little odd. It was a strange night with not a lot of sleep. Tomorrow Miles will be two years old. He arrived not long after noon following a morning of roaming around the local streets, hanging onto gateposts and an hour or so hanging onto the sides of a birthing pool. Here he is, minutes old, still awaiting the arrival of his placenta.
Happy birthday baby! I love you!