A Magical Christmas Eve

It's Christmas eve. We are off to see our eldest son Noel today. Twenty eight years ago today he came into the world. I remember it like yesterday. It was probably about 1.30am and I remember a star studded sky in those early hours as I left the hospital. Just before his birth I was asked to leave the delivery room as the doctor felt there may have been difficulties with the delivery. I waited for about 10 minutes, which seemed like an hour, then a lovely smiling nurse appeared and said "Well, do you want to come and see your son?" It was an unforgettable moment. I stayed with them until they both fell asleep after a long, exhausting labour. In the yellow haze of the lights in the grounds I noticed snow falling lightly and you could smell it in the air - you can always smell snow. And now he is a father himself, so today for the first time, he'll be celebrating his birthday with his son Louis. It will be a magical Christmas eve!