Tuesday, 22 October 3013: Two Hundred and Four Days Old.
Ayla really loves her mummy… Me.
It melts my heart when Ayla reaches for me as I walk past, her little hands trying to grab any part of me they can just so that I’ll pause a moment near her.
And sometimes Ayla will start to squirm and cry for no apparent reason until I pick her up.
It’s then that Ayla throws her arms around me and stills in silence; all my baby wanted was a cuddle from her mummy.
Ayla’s also been practising her kisses I think, and there’s nothing more adorable than that.
Ayla grabs my face with both hands, opens her mouth and dives in, nuzzling my cheek and slobbering everywhere in a way that says “I love you” like nothing else in this world.
“I love you too Ayla Rose” xx