It was 21 years ago when I first came face to face with my youngest son. The time just flies by from baby to toddler, small child to large child, teenager to young adult.
We met for lunch in a bustling
London bar, all Farrow & Ball and mismatched tables and chairs; red buses
swishing by on the busy, wet, Saturday streets, people scurrying under
umbrellas in the relentless icy rain, but we were warm and cosy inside.
I miss my boys and the homes we made together, the lives we shared, but how
lovely to meet up like this and share a birthday lunch.