Dear Violet,
You’re just over six months old now and it’s difficult to imagine what my life might be like right now if you hadn’t come along. Less busy in some ways I suppose… but so much less full. You are so precious little one and I am so happy you are mine; mine to hold, to cuddle, to laugh and play with… mine to cherish, to enjoy, to adore… and mine to care for, clean up after, to teach and eventually… to say “no” to (!)
The way you smile when I come into your room after a nap… is incredible. Your smile hits your eyes and then extends to the rest of your body as you shake your head and pump your legs with glee that “Mama” is here.
AOK (ok with Andrea) 