Can you believe we’re now talking in months?
Time is such a fickle thing. On the one hand it feels like an age since we had Emily. And on the other, it feels like only an instant.
But whatever it is, Michael says we have lived every single second.
He says it with such weight and brevity, that sometimes I worry.
I worry if we are too much?
I know he is exhausted, and this is as new for him as it is for me. Then I take one look at them together, and I know we are just the right amount.
This week we took Emily on her first train. And as with many first things, such as her first drive in the car, and walk in the park, she slept through the entire ordeal.
Every day she is becoming a little bit stronger, and a little more clever.
She frequently has us in stitches with her antics. She is such a delightful distraction.
We can see her progressing, but what is interesting to me is The paradox of her becoming easier, yet sometimes it feels more difficult.
Especially when I cannot figure out what she needs, or how to help her feel better.
The pram and I are still at loggerheads, Who knows if we will ever truly get that one resolved as the oasis of my fantasy dictates.
But in the meantime, I’m feeling far more confident with her. Be it in terms of us getting out and about, or us spending time alone.
Thank God the anxiety regarding that last one is subsiding.
To be honest, I am going stir crazy in the house all the time.
As you can imagine, this is not good for anyone. And by anyone I mean especially Michael.
A contributing factor to my newfound ease is because she doesn’t seem as rattly and fragile as she first did when we brought her home.
But oh boy, the girl can Wriggle.
As a family, one of our favourite parts of the day is our morning coffee. Where we sit in cafe meg, and take ten minutes to catch up.
Michael and I love to watch the dappled sunlight dance upon Little’s head. While she loves to look around the garden, and practice her words. And let us not forget to mention those beautiful big smiles.
We can now have call and response conversations. Where I hear my own sounds Echoed back to me. Actually, I’m not sure who is mimicking who. The resemblance is uncanny.
We love you Little❤️❤️❤️