I sat and watched our little girl sleeping today.
A soft smile touched my lips, and then tears filled my eyes.
Is it really true...is she really mine? Will I have her for as long as I live and will she never be taken away? There's no answer to those questions, but I do know that she will never, ever, never leave the place she has in my heart.
I decided it's time to put aside the grief of losing my 'baby' and time to start enjoying each day I have with her as my 'toddler'. That time will pass all to soon too.
My heart can't take any more. She's more than I could ever have dreamed of. I would die for her and yet I live every day for her. I'm consumed by the love I feel for her. I watch her and learn - she watches me and learns. What is life going to be like over the days, weeks, months and years ahead. She's nearly two. It's nearly time to celebrate the first birthday she will ever have celebrated. A time of profound joy and love. A time to be grateful that I'm finally a mummy. A time to be grateful that I have now experienced the kind of love that only a mummy could experience.