On this day exactly one year ago I made the decision to go into the local maternity unit. I had not been able to sleep for a couple of days and was worried that with my impending due date I would be too tired for the labour. We left early - just as the sun was rising but I was too busy worrying about what might happen to pay any attention.
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Dylan was born later that day and I can honestly say I have no idea whether the sun shone or the heavens opened. I was absorbed in my labour and in my newborn baby boy. It was the biggest day of my life and one I remember with a tear in my eye, yet I missed much of it's beauty.
I have always been a fan of sunrises and sunsets, and although I have been awake for very few of the former, I remember each and every one:
Walking down to the beach after staying up all night as a 13 year old at the millenium. Watching the first sunrise over the waves, struggling to stay awake but knowing it was an important moment
Staying up all night for a full moon party on Thailand's iconic island and realising it was 6am. The picture I took of the sun rising over the sea is coloured pink and purple and remains the best picture I have ever taken.
Arriving at Angkor Wat in Cambodia after
