21/03/2026
Our son Arthur would have been three today, and this is his sister blowing out a candle for him.
This year, the grief feels different. Heavier in a quieter way, because when you have another child growing up beside the one you lost, time becomes something you can see.
We watch his sister grow, and in every new word, every wobbly step, every little piece of her becoming âbigâ, we see him too. We find ourselves quietly filling in the gaps â âArthur would be doing thisâ and âhe would be saying that.â He would have been right there beside her, and it catches us off guard how loud that absence can feel.
Thereâs a particular kind of ache in that.
In holding both deep love for the child here, and deep longing for the one who isnât.
Arthur changed us completely and made us so thankful for every moment of being able to experience parenting and life with his sister. He is still part of everything.
In the way we parent.
In the way we love.
In the space that will always be his.
Happy 3rd birthday, Arthur.
You are loved, remembered, and carried with us always.
If youâre loving and missing a little one today too, we see you.