This Good Friday marks something deeply personal.
Oakley turns one.
And with him, we quietly honour the closing of a chapter.
This will be our last first birthday.
The final time we cross this threshold of becoming.
The end of a season that asked everything of us and gave us more than we could have imagined in return.
What began in survival became connection.
What once felt lonely found its people.
What hurt was transformed into something softer, steadier, and shared.
This is not a TMBC event.
There’s no program, no agenda, no expectation.
It’s an open invitation into an intimate gathering — a moment to acknowledge the sum of what was achieved last year and the story that has been quietly rewritten along the way.
A year of babies growing.
Of mothers finding one another.
Of resilience, restarts, and choosing to keep going.
So this Good Friday, we’ll gather gently.
With cake for Oakley.
With children weaving in and out.
With conversation, presence, and gratitude.
Come if it feels right.
Stay briefly or linger awhile.
No pressure. No performance.
Because this wasn’t just a first birthday year.
It was the beginning of changing the story.
This is our birthday too 🤍
