Letter to son, june 2013
We are back at the same holiday home that we stayed at last year. You are one year older, two inches taller and a hundred times cheekier, more inquiring and more eloquent. Ive been meaning to write to you since my last letter in Novemeber. Last winter I first of all had the court case with Darren to contend with and then I was so ill with the mystery skin thing I had and still plagues me in a lesser way today. I could not write while the court thing dragged on. All I could think of saying to you were so many apologies for not choosing the perfect dad for you. But you are you because of the unique set of genes that your father and I have combined and so you wouldn't be you if I had not met your dad. I wouldnt change you for the world. You are a unique, kind, strong, funny, clever, compassionate and beautiful inside and out. You are confident and healthy and can climb, jump and run with such ease that I envy your self assurance and physical ability. I was always a bit rubb