This past weekend we celebrated my Dad’s 75th birthday… and for the first time in a very long time, my entire family (sans my mom) spent some time together. It was awesome – we were reminded why we don’t like each other and also reminded why we love each other. And we all laughed and… Continue reading Family Gratitude!
To my darling, Baby Girl. You have no idea how proud your Dad and I are of you right now. A little while ago, you came across an article in one of the old magazines lying around the house of a little girl who suffers from Progeria – she’s an 11-year old little girl living… Continue reading Progeria!
There is this dawning realisation that is creeping into my brain – a realisation that I have long been fighting because I do not deem myself worthy. But, it is there. It is like the tenderness before dawn, as the sky gently lightens in colour and hews of pink, gold and yellow paint the sky.… Continue reading I. Am. Loved!
To my darling, Baby Girl I am so proud of you and how articulate you are. I have always battled with communicating how I felt, because most often I didn’t know what I was feeling. But, last night, you came to me and you said that you felt like I was always shouting at you.… Continue reading Shouting at Baby Girl
To my darling, Baby Girl Just two weeks ago, you celebrated your 8th Birthday. I cannot believe that you are eight already, but what I can’t believe is how grown up you are. You are handling turning eight with such gusto and style, you have made your Dad and I very proud of you.… Continue reading Pierced ears & a sleep over…
I know I usually blog my gratitude journal on a Monday, but work yesterday was simply a little too chaotic to ignore AND something special happened last night for which I need to express my gratitude. Yes, I had an amazing weekend – but last night, Baby Girl had her first sleepover at a friend’s… Continue reading He has never let me down!
Today you turn 8. I cannot believe where the time has gone, and I still remember so vividly, so clearly the morning of your birth: a freezing, cold, blustery day, pouring with rain. I remember getting up early and your Dad driving me to the hospital and turning on the radio only to hear that… Continue reading To my darling, Baby Girl