17/06/2026
I’ve always loved art.
I used to be a tour guide in Rome, talking about masterpieces for a living, and my walls are still covered in things that make me feel something. Prints I’ve collected, pieces I’ve fallen in love with over the years... and an entire gallery wall dedicated to artwork by the children in my life.
My latest acquisition comes courtesy of my three-year-old godson.
It’s a picture of a wee and a poo.
He proudly explained the artwork and then instructed me to write “This is wee” and “This is poo.” To make sure I don’t forget.
Naturally, it’s now framed. 😌
I don’t have children of my own, but being an auntie and a godmother is one of the greatest joys of my life. These little people have my whole heart. ❤️
I love watching them grow, hearing their stories, seeing how their minds work, and being one of the many adults in their corner as they make their way through the world.
I’ve always believed it takes a village to raise a child. Not just as a saying, but as something deeply true. Children flourish when they’re surrounded by people who love them, encourage them and show up for them, again and again. ✨
Which is probably why naming ceremonies feel so close to my heart.
Naming ceremonies are about celebrating that village and the new arrival at the very heart. They’re about gathering together and saying to a child:
“We’re here. We love you. We choose you. We’ll be part of your story.” 💛
It’s one of the most meaningful promises we can make.
And if, years later, that promise is rewarded with framed wee-and-poo artwork, then all the better. 😂