June 1, 2014

the day he turned one

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The day he turned one, I sat with him, under a summer sky, on the cliffs of Cape Cornwall. He played amongst the swathes of pink Thrift flowers, running his chubby little fingers through them, picking the occasional bloom and handing it to me, with a mischievous twinkle in his wide blue eyes. I stretched out my toes in the sunshine and marvelled at his perfect, white-golden curls. Below us, in the rock pools, his beloved brothers were seeking crabs, their excited voices carrying up to us on the warm salty air.

The day he turned one, I held him on my lap and sang ‘happy birthday’ to him, over and over, whilst he giggled in appreciation, holding on to my arm with his dimpled hand. We looked out to sea, and I held him close, feeling the soft weight of him and the breeze against my skin, and trying to imprint upon my heart a memory of the loveliness of it all.

 

8 thoughts on “the day he turned one

  1. Hannah

    Love love love this! That place is very special to me, my mum’s house is just a few mins away. Happy Birthday to your beautiful boy. Xxx

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  2. Karen

    Such a beautiful post Laura, such a wonderful memory to write about. You set off memories of my own and now feeling super nostalgic for those baby days.

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  3. Kara

    What a beautiful post, it actually gave me goose bumps, you really should print this and keep it for him
    My youngest turns 1 in a couple weeks it has made me realise I want to do something special x

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  4. Kelly

    I’ve been meaning to leave a comment for 6 weeks. That’s appalling.

    I was going to say How on earth is he One already? Which is very silly because he’s over 13 months old now.

    Perfect place for a birthday.

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