I am amazed that I have managed to raise an creative, exuberant, inquisitive, charismatic, sociable and caring girl. I am quite frankly amazed that from the time I was pregnant at nineteen, homeless and waiting on council accommodation that I've managed to raise my daughter, get us into a beautiful house, have another daughter, hold down some semblance of a life and say yes to a proposal from the girls' father and the one man I trust with my life. A lot happens in four years and I'm sure a lot will continue to happen in the next four and the four after that and the...I don't want to think about it. Wherever life takes me, whatever struggles pull and push us in opposite directions, we are a family and nobody will ever take that away from us.
Thursday, 19 July 2012
I wanted to take some time to talk about my gorgeous first born. The girl that inspired every life choice I have made these past (almost) five years. The girl who gave me a reason for change as soon as those two pink lines appeared on that plastic test one breezy day in September 2007. She was to be named Layla-Grace and she was to be beautiful. Of course, now I am blessed with two incredible daughters but Amelia didn't arrive until Layla was two and a half. Now? Now Layla is four. Four years old. Yesterday was her last day in nursery until the big adventure of Reception in a big school with big children and even bigger rules (can we say no unauthorised absence?) This is as much my journey as it is hers and boy, I am the luckiest woman on the planet.
Her fourth birthday!
I'm sorry for the bad quality photos. Most of them were taken on my phone or Macbook because, well, life!