I lit my candles at 7pm GMT and thought about our dear sweet George. And missed him. And missed all the other lost babies too.
They were still burning at 10.50pm when I took the photos.
The vase is full of marbles and now there are also fairy lights crammed in there with the marbles. I could only find four candles today. I used to have so many but we still have stuff in boxes from when we moved here in May so they may turn up yet. I thought the candles I found were pretty though, and I left the curtains open to shine the light outside. George was conceived the week that we moved here. The week we were concentrating on packing rather than making a baby.