That moment when you meet the little boy you’ve known for a longest time. Known him when he was just a thought in his parents’ minds and love in his parents’ hearts. Then, seeing in utero pics how he’s getting a shape from a grain of sand to little fingers, little toes and perfectly sweet smelling puff of hair. Holding his brave mum through so many moments of elation, fear, pain, and making sure we get there relatively sane, totally healthy, and ready to face mumhood. And then, here he is, happy, content, healthy, perfect, the other side of mum’s tummy. And I get to kiss him-how awesome is that!?