Our first anything's dwindle with age.
I remember mine. It was purple and white and strips of rainbow glitter fell from each side. I woke up on Christmas morning and discovered it in the kitchen, after being tricked into thinking all the gifts were done, and I threw on my coat and insisted we head out for our first journey together, insistent even though the ground was covered in frost and bike riding was the last thing someone should be doing; my fingers were frozen and I took it at snail's pace but I didn't care. Archie received his this past Christmas, which also happened to be his birthday, a gift from Nanny & Grandad, and as always seems to happen when you have both your big occasions in one, in the depths of Winter, we'd forgotten about his bike whilst it sat in the garage, taking shelter from each season.
Then, a few months into the warmer weather and weeks into the freak heatwave we've been experiencing, we remembered, and now he's finally been making the most of it. I remember when my first baby was born and it seemed like forever before we'd be experiencing all of these new things, yet all of a sudden he's mere weeks away from his first day of school, riding his first bike and taking his first shave (I'm just kidding on that last one). I'm desperate to hold onto him but excited to see where life takes him (or where he takes life) and above all else, I am incredibly proud to be his Mummy; it's magical to experience their first's with them but also takes a gift to be taken back to my own.
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