My baby girl

She's just so pretty. I look at her and think "We did this" She is of me and I still can't believe it. I am suprised by her gentleness. She is my girl and my heart. She is a nuturer with a tough heart and amazingly so sensible and practical. Those curls, those curls, those curls, those incredible curls. And yes what they say about curls and little girls is proven in mine.

Not my baby anymore.

Miss me much ?

I've missed you too.

I think about you all the time. I can't explain why I have been away for so long. You have'nt done anything wrong. You have been there for me and I know it was wrong of me to treat you so badly. I've been so busy and the longer I stayed away the harder it was to tell you that I still care.

I thought about you when Zac learnt to ride a skateboard and insisted that he get 'skate shoes' for the occassion.

I thought about you on Christmas day when the weather was great and the company was perfect

I thought about you when the boys played together and also when they fought.

I thought about you most when the days were long

and the sun went down.

I want to make it up to you somehow. What can I do to make it up to you? How can I show you that I still care very much for you?