"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country" ~ Anais Nin

God willing, in about 4 weeks time I am going to be a mother.  If I have learnt anything over the past few months, is that we are all different.  We deal with each mile stone in our lives completely individually.  Some things we're happy to shout from the roof tops and others we are happy to digest on our own terms.  I suppose the onset of parenthood has been one of those times for me.  In the beginning it was my own little thing.  Our own little secret and treasure.  A little miracle and blessing.

I must admit that to date most aspects of it have been relatively easy.  Maybe after the trials and tribulations of the last 10 years, the universe decided that this should be a reward.  Whatever the reasons I am eternally grateful for this experience and for my body and health holding up so well.  Apart from my little brain questioning my strength and abilities.  Ah brain, always the logical one.  I am terrified at the thought of being responsible for a new person, but at the same time excited about teaching someone about life, about kindness and responsibility and the amazing world we live in.  Showing them the way.

Washing and ironing tiny, almost doll sized clothes on a Monday night.. Wow!

Sharing cakes and laughs with friends on a Sunday afternoon.