(I posted this on FB in the small hours this morning.)
Up late, having finished preparing a disastrous 'it's the thought that counts' birthday cake and wrapping some little extra pound-shop presents for the girl who was wanting to wake us up in about three hours time, to match the time of her birth and mark the actual moment when she becomes a teenager. We didn't take her up on this, even though she said we could go back to bed after having done so.
I'm hoping she'll find the cake amusing, with the promise of getting something nicer later.
Doesn't seem thirteen years since I was stubbing my toe going to answer a phone call at 4.18am from the hospital telling me it was time to come in. I got the bus up. I arrived there 4.40am, our daughter arrived not long after.
She's taller than her mum now.
I didn't tell Bethan I'd stubbed my toe. It hurt, but I didn't want to make a fuss. That's just the kind of guy I am.