A year

What a difference a year makes.... I can't believe that it's a year since we went and had that scary matching panel. I can't believe that a year ago we were told that we could be boy-o's parents. I can't believe that this time last year we were planning, and tidying and getting ready like mad.

I can't get my head around the fact it's a year. That this time last year we still hadn't met our boy, although the planning was happening. I can't believe that it's only a year. I can't imagine life without him. We are blessed beyond measure with our little man.

When M brought him home from the childminders this afternoon, he ran into the kitchen were I was getting tea; and gave me a huge hug. He smiled and talked through tea. He was only sad that I said no drawing because it was bedtime. I do mostly love my job, but I miss my boy and wish I could be with him more.

In other news - it's ICLW! Welcome if it's your first time here, or you are not a regular reader. I'm nh, I am a mother, a wife, and a science teacher. Last year M and I adopted our son, who will very soon be 3. I live on the outskirts of a Yorkshire city, with countryside 10mins in one direction and city 10minutes in the other.

Feel free to have a look around. I've travelled a difficult path to get to the point where I can call myself a mum. We went through years of infertility and grief before deciding to adopt. Those dark times lurk and linger in spaces in my soul; they aren't forgotten, just put aside in the rush of everyday life.