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It's my birthday

Today is my birthday, I am the grand old age of twenty four. A thought that would have terrified my younger self. As would the fact that at 24 I'm married with a toddler. It's scary stuff. A while back the husband and I decided that age 24 is when you officially stop pretending to be a grown up and actually are one. But I have to say that I still feel like I'm pretending.

Being 23 was interesting. I wont say it was a bad year, because it wasn't all that bad. Parts of it were very difficult, but other parts of it were wonderful.

Here's to being 24. I hope that this year is a good one, I have such grand plans.

Why on earth am I writing a blog post on my birthday? The husband took Mikey out to give me some peace, I'm still never quite sure what to do with this sort of spare time, so here I am.

We went to see the Heidelberg Castle Illuminations last night, beautiful. Raidhyn has some photographs of that which I will post at a later date. He also bought me some roses (from the picture) for my birthday. In typical fashion I did have to request them when I saw them on the market. But you can't have everything, right?

I have 4 recipes to post. I've been so busy that I just haven't found the time to sit down and write them out. One of them I have yet to make as it's going to be dinner tonight. Here's a sneak peek at 3 of them.

Cooking on my birthday? Yes of course! The husband offered to cook so that I didn't have to, but I can't think of much better than being able to cook my own delicious dinner without having a toddler attached to my legs. So that's what is going to hopefully happen.

Our bedroom redecoration is going to be getting underway tomorrow afternoon, I am totally going to post some before and after pictures of that as well.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.