are sometimes just what you need.
oh my mummy heart is feeling all sorts with this big girl of mine sleeping in her BIG BED for the first time as i'm writing this...
her first moments in her BIG BED!
' how many are you turning? '
two years ago, I pulled you up into my arms for the very first time. it felt like a lifetime of waiting for that moment. and I was in disbelief that all chubby, squishy, cuddly, 10 pounds of you were in my arms. your daddy had tears streaming down his face and the biggest smile ever. I will never ever ever ever forget that moment, and every one of your birthdays is the sweetest reminder of it.
and here you are, all of two years old and my heart is so full it might just burst. God has blessed us so much with the gift of you. your sparkle lights our world. I love you Sharli Grace, more than all the stars in the sky. Happy birthday my girl xxx
so balloons in bed first thing in the morning of her birthday is a tradition - we learnt she loves balloons from her first birthday ----> when she turned ONE!
Grandma once told me, whilst holding my 10 week old Sharli: 'be consistent, let your no be no, but also be kind'.
consistency is hard work. especially when your almost 2 year old is discovering her independence.
kindness is hard work. especially when you're fed up with whinging.
and ive been learning to choose what is worth saying 'no' to.
oh but the rewards of hard work are always good. and this morning was like a sweet joy in amongst all the consistency, no's, and kind discipline.
a koala was born.
5th May 2015.
i have never been more ready for anything than giving birth to my Sharli girl. she entered into our worlds ablaze in all her 10 pound, 5 ounce chubbiness.
i'll never forget turning to Phil. tears streaming down his face. and the biggest smile.
I'll never forget the moment i learned my baby was a GIRL.
i'll never forget that feeling of relief.
i'll never forget pulling her up onto my belly. the heart explosion. it was all too surreal.
i'll never forget her newborn purple/pink/creamy newbornness.
I'll never forget the colour of her hair.
i'll never forget holding her, staring at her, unable to process it all.
I'll never forget how unbelievably tired i felt. the exhaustion levels were at their all time high.
i'll never forget that first night with her, pulling her into bed beside me, cuddled up all spooned next to me and stroking tiny hairs on her head, down to her tiny tiny button nose and her round full cheeks. all i wanted to do was sleep. i needed to sleep. but i just couldn't believe she was there, lying next to me, and i couldn't stop staring at her.
God had truly blessed me.