You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I could just leave it at that.

I have absolutely no intention of embarking on a feeble attempt at poetry, yet writing is what I do, and you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

So I can’t just leave it at that.

When they put you in my arms for the first time, all huge blue eyes and defiant screams, I knew I had found what I was searching for. In those few seconds this fact was as much a surprise as it was unequivocal, up until that moment I hadn’t realised I was searching.

My love for you is more often than not, overwhelming. I’m not sure I expected that. Sometimes I find that I lose hours, maybe whole evenings, just watching you sleep. I didn’t realise there was such peaceful contentment in doing not a lot of very much at all.

You wake up every morning beaming, you are always so pleased to see your Daddy and I. In fact you are thrilled to the core by just about everything, the laughter a new discovery evokes is infectious. I now endeavour to appreciate the simplest of pleasures, you teach me to, every single day. I hope more than anything that life continues to bring you such delight.

The compliments arrive frequently, how beautiful you are, how alert and joyful. My heart swells with pride to the point where I can feel it in my bones. Inevitably my world has changed in so many ways but there are many aspects that remain the same, there are still difficult decisions, endless lists and unmade beds. Yet your very existence bestows an almost indefinable positivity and softness, nothing seems impossible anymore.

You blunt the jagged edges of the daily grind.

I had resigned myself to the belief that becoming your Mama would result in my career taking a back seat, nearing your imminent arrival I was more than prepared for the reversal. Yet here I am, more inspired than ever. Turns out I am more adept at multi-tasking than I gave myself credit for.

I want you to be as proud of me as I am of you.

It would be misguided to only highlight the euphoria motherhood provides, I need to mention the acute sense of responsibility, the constant concern over your wellbeing. I have discovered fear I didn’t even know existed. But it’s manageable, and a small price to pay for your perpetual sunshine.

Pumpkin, pudding, cutie. Sweetpea, munchy, cherry pie. I never seem to run out of terms of endearment, and I’m sure as you grow you will be embarrassed by them, and my obvious adoration in general. I’m fine with that, I shall just ignore you. And carry on regardless.

My Mabel, you are the best thing that ever happened to me and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days on this crazy adventure with you. We make a great team, you, your Daddy and I. I never knew happiness like this was even possible.

For now I’ll just leave it at that.

Side Note: Happy Monday Folks!, I’m thinking of putting together some kind of memory book for Mabel, I was wondering if anyone is/has done something similar? I’m not sure what I mean yet, perhaps a collection of images and words? anyway let me know if you have any ideas, thanks! x