We pull the crumpled birthday bunting from the plastic bag drawer and stand on wobbly chairs to tape it up in the sitting room. A small pile of presents wrapped in red paper are carefully arranged in the centre of the table; his birthday card propped up against a vase of roses. Stabbing thoughts about his difficult journey into the world are shooed away by magical memories and the joy of his perfect smiley face as he carefully unwraps presents, eats birthday pancakes and enjoys the one day of the year that is all about him.
