DISCLAIMER: This post is not for the feint hearted.
I wonder how many people have this on their kitchen chalk boards?
Yesterday was Molly's 1st birthday. As she was too little for pressies, we marked the occasion with a little ceremony in the garden, where we buried her placenta under a blueberry bush (her favourite fruit).
It was warm and sunny, just like the night she was born just a few feet away in our bedroom.
And just like the night she was born, we had a little toast to Molly and ate some cake.
My friend B says it's all a bit "knit your own lentils".
Happy birthday, my summer solstice sunshine girl.