Good Tuesday everyone!
I must admit it feels a little strange calling today Tuesday, but that is largely because I've had the last 2 days off, and so it feels more like a Sunday to me.
I'd also like to apologise to everyone who was looking forward to hearing feedback about my chat with the Malifools about my game supplement, because of ill health from one of the co-hosts we've had to reschedule our recording until sometime next week. Don't worry, it will happen. And once it has I'll be able to make my card reveals.
In the meantime I will probably use some of the free time to make some more cards so that the unveiling can be even better.
But I am afraid that none of this is what I'd like to discuss with you today.
On Saturday it was my little girl's first birthday. We had family and friends over and a good time was had by all.
What I can not believe however is just how much has happened between then. It's actually so strange to look at her now, and see the wonderful little girl smiling/babbling/clapping back at you and remember exactly what she was like only 12 months prior.
The funny thing is that she was due on the 1st, so was 10 days late, but despite this she was still so small. I understand that she was normal for a newborn, but as I had never seen a newborn before I didn't know what to expect.
I still remember the very first time I held her, and I hope that no matter what happens I never forget that.
She was still naked, wrapped in a blanket (I had yet to brave putting on a nappy or applying clothing). Her face was covered in flakey skin and she wouldn't stop crying.
So very carefully I took her for a walk around the room, and low and behold, it stopped her crying.
I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't. My mind was conflicted with 100 different thoughts and feelings. Fear of what was to come, sorrow for the inevitable loss of free time, and happiness and joy for the wonder that had happened.
Perhaps it was just because I'm male and didn't know how to react, but I was so scared that I would hurt her. My wife refers to it as T-Virus handling, like if I was a little too rough/firm she would shatter like glass and release the end of the world.
The next day she came home with her mum, and I remember how that was the start of much to come.
On her first night she vomited up this strange bright green fluid, and I was so scared that she might be ill or something was wrong with her that I called the hospital straight away, only to be told that it was down to her not feeding properly.
I would like to think that in the time that has passed I've learned to worry less. I don't, I just can ignore it now.
Anyway I think I've rambled on for too long now.
So happy birthday Mini Moo, I look forward to looking back in a year's time and seeing how much has changed again.
All my love
- Daddy Moo