I sit on the plane on my way to Athens, with my kids, listening to my favourite country songs, on my daughter’s birthday. I look up and see a little girl aged roughly 4 or 5 months old – smiling and looking around. It is an image that fills me with joy. I think about my own baby girl that I had 13 years ago. I turn and look at the young woman sitting next to me. She just gave me a hug to say thank you for the very difficult labour I went through to give birth to her. Thinking about that labour, I feel really really proud that I got through it, and the months that followed. I think about the woman I was when she was first born, and then I think about the woman I am now. I feel like these two women are totally different people. And then I am hit by it: Amazing. Life. Living. Being alive. An overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude to be alive. It’s moments like these that inspire and motivate me to write.