Twenty years ago today I held a newborn baby in my arms for the first time. And in those twenty years there have been many more firsts in my life that would not have happened but for him.
Happy birthday, Ewen; all grown up and far away. Though the miles that separate us prevent me from shaking your hand, know that there is not a day goes by that I don’t think of you, and wish you well, and safe, and happy – but especially today.
So, have a good one. And many more to come.