Tuesday, 24 December 2013: Two Hundred and Sixty Seven Days Old.
My little family and I have had a lovely, first, Christmas Eve together.
After a slow and relaxing morning, Hubby and I dressed Ayla in her Christmas onesie and the three of us set out with a car full of presents.
We spent the afternoon catching up with a few close friends, dropping in to see them at home, give them a gift and of course a last minute Merry Christmas kiss on the cheek.
Ayla was spoiled with love, not to mention the presents, and Hubby and I welcomed the chance to spend a few hours with some of the special people who make up our pseudo “family”.
It was late by the time we got home though so it wasn’t long before Ayla was tucked away in bed… her first Christmas Eve.
Once Ayla was sound asleep, Santa was quick to arrive! He dropped off some presents and filled Ayla’s stocking right to the brim before polishing off a slice of ginger ripple cake.
Eek! I can hardly wait for tomorrow!
Not just for the excitement of Ayla first Christmas, but because we’re so lucky to have each other and we have so much to be happy about.
And, I know our little house will be filled with all the things that matter most at Christmas time; love, happiness, peace, joy and family.
Saturday, 23 November 2013: Two Hundred and Thirty Seven Days Old.
All I want to do is grab Ayla and give her a cuddle, a kiss, look into her eyes, tell her I love her, and give her a shiny gold star… anything and everything to make her understand how grateful I am for her.
I thought I knew what it was to be happy and feel blessed, but the light Ayla puts in my life is like no other.
I don’t know if it’s because Ayla’s such a good baby or if it’s just part and parcel of being a mum, but I am so proud of her and so thankful she’s my daughter.
Ayla is clever, and kind, and patient. She’s friendly, playful and happy. She’s wise and innocent and modest all at the same time. She’s vulnerable but strong, adaptable, generous, honest…. Ayla is everything I hope I can be one day and she’s not even eight months old yet!
Just like when I look at Hubby sometimes and I think my heart will burst, every time I’ve looked at Ayla these past twenty four hours in particular I almost believe my chest is about to explode and shoot out tonnes of sparkling, rainbow coloured happy-love-dust.
I really am blessed. I am lucky. I am grateful. I am thankful. I am not taking any of this for granted and I am appreciating and valuing every moment I have with my beautiful baby girl and my wonderful little family.