G is six months old today. I could write something reflecting on the beautiful journey we've been on as a family since the day she was born, and talking about all of the wonderful emotions we've experienced. But if you've been reading this blog over the last six months, you'll know that kind of nonsense isn't really my style. And besides, G decided to get up at 4 o'clock this morning and refused to go back to sleep, so I'm feeling a bit tired to do anything creative.
Instead, here's a picture Mrs J took of us last night, as I took G for her first trip in her new carrier. We went for a walk up the hill to the postbox and back, and G smiled all the way.
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