One More Year

Happy birthday to the one who made me a Mum and a Grandmum,  born a year and a month after our wedding, and our constant companion through all the upheavals of moving to Brazil, and then to the Sertão, and whose first language was Portuguese. We were bereft when she left for boarding school in England, just turned eleven, felt like we'd lost not just our daughter, but our colleague. 

Dynamic and brave, fun-loving and super capable, she's a wonder. I just wish we could live nearer each other again, maybe one day...

Gratefuls:
- encouraging and exciting Zoom meeting with our architect and engineer
- delicious ramen with roast pork belly Sam made for the birthday dinner
- the very last minute cake turning out good, though rather wonky, and impossible to serve neatly