my boy, my firstborn, came into the world in dramatic fashion at 02:22, and we became a family.
By the time this photo was taken (on our old, non-digital camera), when he was about 12 hours old, he'd already had his first scan to check his kidneys were working (they were fine). I remember praying so hard to our Father in heaven that he would be OK. Making deals with God: 'I promise I'll be good if you take care of my boy'.
And now, he's almost the same height as me, his voice has broken, and he's started shaving once in a while. He is welded to his iThing, texts like a dynamo and teases his little brother a lot.
How did that happen?