Spring!

I love my baby.
I don't know you, so I can say it out loud without anyone taking the mick.
This will not go on Facebook. Maybe Grannies and real aunties might see it. And maybe, maybe one day, she might see it. We'll see.

She is now 7 and I can't believe it. She is already telling me not to waste water because it's not good for the environment, but still talks to her teddies before she goes to sleep.

She loves chocolate and Disney and wants to save the universe, belly laughs like a cartoon character, and she turns into a feral cat who knows nothing of reason when she is hungry or tired.

She was sad today, and cuddled in really close because her friends just didn't get her. And then, not an hour later, she was this happy, jumpy thing when presented with a fountain and a paddling pool and a sunny day filled with cherry blossoms.

I am a sarcastic, dry, opinionated and cynical bugger on my better days, but this small being turns me to mush.

I love my baby.

Sometimes when I look at her, from afar playing with her mates, or lying sleeping in her bed, tears come, because of the enormity of it all.

And I like to think I'm usually quite sensible.

She has changed me to my core. Let's see how the passing of time changes her through this journal.

Everyone, Mairi. Mairi, everyone.