Emma Grede

Seven, eight, nine, 10.

To the T. So I come home, I had my first baby, Gray.

I was about 31 years old and I'd bought my first property in East London, beautiful townhouse, very different from how I grew up.

And it had these giant sash windows.

It's December 20th because I gave birth on my mother's birthday.

Of course I would.

And I get back home holding little Gray and I shed my first tear.

And Yen says, isn't it amazing?

Like we have this beautiful little baby.

And I said, no, what is amazing is that I drew this exact vision with the Christmas tree and with the mantle and with the sash windows.

And I can't tell you, like, I'm not a good drawer.

I drew it exactly.

as it was, and I didn't even know about 1970s Danish sideboards.

That's not how I was raised, funnily enough.

That was a Jens purchase.

But I just couldn't believe it, because it was exactly as I'd envisaged what it would be to have this insane, beautiful family Christmas.

And there I was with the baby and the husband and the house and the tree and the window.

And I just thought, I can't actually explain this.

But it was like one of those moments.

And there's probably been a couple in my life where I was like, oh, life is actually magic.