This morning Annie seemed to know that something was up. She slept until 7am and cooed delightfully in her cot until 7.30. She lay on my chest with her gummy grin, just staring at my sleepy face. She fed well and easily and played with joy. She even saved her nappy explosion for when I was in the shower, leaving P.G. to take care of it without any backup. Maybe it’s the knowledge of being a very appreciated mum at the forefront of my thoughts, but today it seemed that her naïve actions were riddled with subtext.
She may just be a genius…or maybe it was the quiet little lecture I gave her as a bedtime story last night in preparation for today. Either way, the day was a beauty. Can’t wait for next year.
G.
