Today Philip turns fourteen.
When he was born Ashleigh was almost four years old. Philip was born at 3pm. Ashleigh had been with my sister for the day and was brought to the hospital around 5pm. She bustled into the room and demanded to know – where was her baby? She sat with her father and held Philip saying over and over, “I just love him”. She made it sound like she just wanted to eat him up, right there.
She has been a very loving big sister. (At times rather bossy too. As Philip would say to her, “You are not a parent, Ashleigh!”)
She would have made a cake for him today, from scratch. It would have been delicious, much better than the cake I am about to make.
We will miss her today as we celebrate Philip.
Happy birthday, Pip. We are so lucky to have you in our lives!