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An Ayla A Day

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Wednesday, 11 June 2014: One Year and Seventy One Days Old.

When I started writing An Ayla A Day I didn’t know what it would look like, how it would work or who would be interested.

For me it was about capturing precious memories of my girl and in doing so I was able to craft an honest and accurate account of my transition into motherhood.

For 432 days I have religious written mementos of my life and the very special world it’s become since Ayla came into the world.

But now, with the added pressures of my work, the increasing attention our renovations require, my desire to return to fitness and the typically event-filled Dry Season the time has come to stop my daily blogging.

An Ayla A Day will still be around, it’s become such a massive part of my life and I love the creative outlet it gives me, but posts will be intermittent and varied depending on what’s happening.

I have been overwhelmed by the kindness and support my near 500 followers have shown me over the past fourteen months and I’m so lucky to have had the opportunity to bring you on my journey with me.

I hope you will keep reading despite the inconsistency and who knows, maybe one day An Ayla A Day will become an official book we turn to when we want to remember the tiny, fresh, gorgeous Baby Ayla who means so much to us.

Thank you.

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The good things in life

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Friday, 30 August 2013: One Hundred and Fifty One Days Old.

When I say Ayla helps me appreciates the good things in life, I really honestly mean it.

Not only does she open my eyes to the little things, but keeping this blog for her is a daily reminder to focus on what’s great in life.

I read a blog today called “Sometimes my blog is as superficial as Facebook” and for a moment it had me questioning my own integrity and the integrity of An Ayla A Day.

Sure, the journey into motherhood hasn’t all been smooth sailing; my hormones have given me some wicked mood swings, my brain sometimes feels like its a runaway train and there has been moments where I’ve felt like coping was a far and distant dream.

But when evening falls and it comes time to write this blog I choose not to dwell on the sad, the bad or the impossible.

When I look back on the day, every day, there are great, happy and beautiful things to focus on… These are the things I want to write about, the things I choose to remember.

Admittedly the bad days are few and far between, but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t exist. It’s just that Ayla has become my shining light and now every day I find something beautiful or positive to celebrate.