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Daddy-Daughter time

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Monday, 6 January 2014: Forty Weeks Old.

Ayla enjoyed lots of quality Daddy-Daughter time today.

I spent the day sick in bed, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, with Hubby bringing Ayla in to see me intermittently for food and cuddles.

Between my naps I’d listened to Ayla and her Daddy hanging out, but it wasn’t until I finally surfaced for a doctors appointment that I realised the true extent of their fun.

Our lounge room was littered with toys, there were book on the floor and rubbish on the couch.

There was musical instruments covered in food, bits of scrunched up paper, empty water bottles and TV remotes, all strewn from one end of the room to the other.

And there was one little baby with her face covered in what looked chocolate, and one very proud Daddy, both with big grins on their faces.

Funnily enough, I didn’t mind a bit about the mess… I figured a mess can be cleaned up in a matter if minutes, but the memories made while making the mess last a lifetime.

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Beside the swim school pool

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Friday, 25 October 2013: Two Hundred and Six Days Old.

As I sat beside the swim school pool today, I marvelled at how memories were being made before my very eyes.

As Hubby and Ayla sang the hokey pokey, splashing alongside a couple of mums and their sons, I was so proud to have such a wonderful, beautiful little family.

But what struck me most was how something as brief and simple as a 30 minute swimming lesson could become a life long memory.

Although nothing spectacular happened, the smile on Hubby’s face as he played with Ayla in the water said it all; he’s a confident, proud, loving Daddy who loves his little girl with all his heart.

I know that in 50 years time, when we’re sitting on our porch watching our grand kids play under the sprinkler, Hubby and I will remember that swimming lesson like it was only yesterday.

Because for those 30 minutes only Daddy and Daughter existed; happy in their togetherness and unabashed by their special bond.
R&

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My little girl

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Thursday, 24 October 2013: Two Hundred and Six Days Old.

My little girl

How does this happen,
This bond that we have?
Where does it come from
And what keeps it here?

You’re part of me now,
The best part of all,
You’re my breath and my heart
My life, and my soul.

I look at your face
And my stomach does flips,
I caress your soft skin
And bumps cover my flesh.

I smile at you
And you beam at me back
I sing and you listen
To my voice as it cracks.

You know nothing but love
And know nothing of fear
Your the purest of pure;
Real, honest and fair.

You’re destined for greatness,
For happiness and truth
You will change the world
Even if just for a few.

See,
You’ve brought light to my life
In ways you’ll not know
’til one day you too
Kiss your girl on her nose.

May your journey be grand
And your story be great
For you are my daughter,
My darling….
My little girl.

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I love you too

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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