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  • You're born!
    You gasp.
    You breathe.
    You cry.
    You scream.
    You open your eyes.
    You stare.
    You love.
    You feed.
    You settle.
    You sleep.
    You're hot, you're cold.
    You poop, you wee- sometimes at the same time!
    You babble and gurgle.
    You feed, sleep, cry, love.

    You're waited on hand and foot.
    You sit up.
    You role over.
    You crawl.
    You stand.
    You fall, you cry.
    You get back up.
    You take your first step.
    You're hugged.
    You grow, grow, grow.

    You toddle.
    You ABC.
    You 123.
    You observe.
    You listen.
    You learn.
    You have conversations on your own.
    You play.
    You scrape, you bruise, you bump-oh how you bump.
    You're comforted.

    You're sick.
    You have a temperature, a virus, an infection, a cold.
    You see a doctor.
    You visit hospital.
    You take medicine.
    You improve.
    You don't .
    You toss and turn.
    You projectile vomit.
    You scare.
    You heal.
    You get better.
    You amaze.

    You wear a uniform.
    You go to school.
    You make friends.
    You learn.
    You play.
    You interact.
    You're social, you go to parties, lots of parties.
    You run.
    You chase.
    You hide, you're found.
    You're it!
    You read.
    You write.
    You add.
    You subtract.
    You enquire, about EVERYTHING.
    You ride a bike.
    You swim.
    You become a fussy eater.
    You have so much energy.
    You zig and zag.
    You skip everywhere.
    You sing and dance.
    You're a superhero
    You're demanding; you want this; you want that.

    You move up school.
    You hit puberty.
    You're covered in zits.
    You constantly stare at tits.
    You do your home work.
    You play games.
    You win the race, score the goal, win the medal.
    You do sports- you're actually quite good.
    You stay up late.
    You go out with your mates.
    You revise a little but not enough.
    You get your grades.
    You lack direction.
    You have no plan.

    You spend hours on your hair.
    You try on all your clothes.
    You spend hours.
    You follow the trends.
    You look ridiculous; you love it.
    You're emotional about everything - hormones.
    You see girls; for the first time.
    You fall in love, often.
    You’re heartbroken, often.
    You're invisible sometimes.
    You lose friends and gain friends.
    You rediscover your real friends.
    You talk a lot.
    You laugh, ooh, how you laugh.
    You blush.
    You swagger.
    You know everything- You don't.

    You have a girlfriend, you have two.
    You drink.
    You smoke, once; never again.
    You party, go to pubs, clubs
    You try drugs.
    You own the dance floor.
    You're at the front at the gigs.
    You sleep in a tent and get covered in mud.
    You're hung-over, a lot.
    Your not even 18.
    You row, you fight.
    You work, part time.
    You study, less time.
    You hang out.
    You sleep in.
    You eat your own bodyweight daily.
    You turn 18.
    You go to college.
    You get a job.
    You earn proper money for the first time.
    You party, a lot.
    You spend a night in a cell.
    You sober up.

    You move out of home.
    You do the 9 to 5
    You’re actually good at your job
    You earn good money
    You buy designer
    You buy a lot of beer
    You progress your career
    You blink.
    You’re 21.
    You realise the last years have disappeared in a blur.
    You had a great time but, what have you done?


    You meet someone.
    You like her.
    You meet socially.
    You meet 1 on 1.
    You laugh - lots.
    You're on the phone for hours.
    You eat out.
    You eat in.
    You can think of nothing else but until the next time.
    You lov-, er... like her, a lot.

    You're a couple now.
    You're working all hours.
    You go on holiday.
    You treat yourselves.
    You buy this, try that.
    You're social butterflies, out most nights
    You go on a whim.
    You laugh some more.
    You miss each other, you talk through the night.
    You do everything- together.
    You stare at her sometimes.
    You listen, just listen to her talk, about nothing in-particular
    You fall in love

    You move in, together.
    You pay bills, together.
    You see friends, together.
    You save a little, never enough.
    You get promoted.
    You watch the world change as two towers collapse.
    You remember every single thing about that day.
    You buy a car, together.
    You learn to drive, you left it late.
    You see the latest movies/shows, together.
    You fight.
    You make up.
    You laugh so much.
    You go on holiday.
    You've never had this much fun.
    You realise things are different.
    You finish sentences, you're spookily in tune?
    You whisk away.
    You're a nervous mess
    You propose- she says yes!!!!

    You save.
    You plan.
    You agree a date.
    You organise.
    You buy a house.
    You have no money.
    You buy high street now.
    You realise you're stressed.
    You get everything just right.
    You say the vowels, place the rings.
    You're MR and MRS.

    You get bored with your job
    You have a 12 month plan.
    You seek a change.
    You take a risk
    You grow in confidence, You mature.
    You discuss and plan together.
    You support each other.
    You go on holiday when you want.
    You spend too much.
    You eat too much.
    You have great times.

    You try.
    You try some more.
    You worry
    You see doctors.
    You're both ok.
    You're pregnant!!
    You're over the moon, elated, ecstatic.
    You go for the first scan.
    You're not prepared, it hits you, this is real.
    You panic....for a moment.
    You prepare.
    You become a buggy expert.
    You buy stuff you don't need.
    You go for the second scan.
    You're having a Girl!
    You go to NCT classes.
    You meet a great bunch.
    You get a new job.
    You start seriously forward planning.
    You think about a Will, you stop.

    You're awoken in the night.
    You're on the way to the hospital.
    You're 4 weeks early.
    You're strong.
    You'll get through this together.
    You’re in the way.
    You’re needed, now!
    You help, you try.
    You're there, every minute on hand, primed, ready.
    You see....a head.
    You're.....a....DAD.
    She's amazing, they both are xx

    You're home.
    You're a family.
    You feed.
    You burp.
    You sterilise.
    You change nappies...oh so many nappies.
    You do it over and over and over and over.
    You measure sleep in minutes not hours.
    You stare in wonderment.
    You cradle.
    You rock to sleep.
    You examine every inch....all cute.
    You sleep.
    You don't sleep at all.
    You worry, about everything.
    You open and close windows.
    You add and remove blankets.
    You constantly second guess.
    You relax, find your feet.
    You get your confidence.
    You just...do it.
    You don't know how but you just get on with it.
    You're content, absolutely content.

    You wonder where the time went.
    You're pregnant again.
    You have 3 year plan.
    You think you will be more prepared this time.
    You're wrong.
    You have a boy
    You have two under two.
    You repeat the cycle.
    You're a dab hand now.
    You sterilise and feed whilst you sleep.
    You witness history at 4am babe in arms.
    You watched him become president.
    You have your hands full.
    You wouldn't have it any other way.

    They grow.
    They walk.
    They talk.
    They cry, sing, laugh, fight, dance and sleep in the space of 10 minutes.
    They amaze, terrify, entertain, amuse, inspire.
    They are your world.
    Your priorities change.

    You get yet another job, you only have the one income now.
    You've never been paid so much.
    You have never been poorer.
    You pay the mortgage, bills, ballet lessons, swimming lessons, uniforms........
    You realise your monthly food bill is equal to the GDP of a small country
    You now buy you're clothes from eBay
    You plan your life around theirs
    You're absolutely shattered, all the time
    You cope, somehow

    You reflect.
    You've aged.
    You've put on weight.
    You wonder where the years went.
    You think about choices made.
    You think about giving them the best possible options.
    You put them first.
    You chase the pay check.
    You pay into a pension.
    You're another year older.
    You wonder where the year just went.
    You wonder what has changed.
    You write a story on cowbird.
    You have hit the present.
    You have so much more to do, too say.
    You hope your a third of the way through, you realise you might be half.
    You contemplate death and the after life.
    You make a Will, provide for those you leave behind.

    You don't know what's next.
    You have no crystal ball.
    You know it's going to be an interesting journey.
    You think how you can do more.
    You hope time will be kind.
    You pray the family will be ok.
    You wonder about your legacy.
    You can only do your best.
    You make a 5 year plan.
    You are woken at 6 in the morning by your kids jumping on you
    You couldn't be happier.


    You know time will catch up.
    You hope you’re the first to go.
    You wonder what the future holds.
    You pray your kids enjoy their lives
    You hope they are ok when you finally go.
    You have faith - you have to.
    You prepare them as best you can.
    You love them with all your heart; your family.
    You’re eyes water.
    You finish your story.

    .....you know it's work in progress
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