Miss 7. Heart Breaker.

The day Miss 7 was born (known at the time as Miss 0), several body parts of mine became compromised.

Most of them have renewed and revived themselves, and gone on to function more or less normally.

One part of my body will never recover.

My heart.

Now, I know that almost every mother has an instant love for her child when it is born. But I can honestly tell you that the arrival of my daughter in 2006, went beyond my wildest dreams and seriously compromised my beating heart.

She smelled at once unlike anything I have ever experienced and completely familiar.

Her liquidy blue eyes blinked and stared at me through the clear sides of the hospital cot all night with such innocence and peace, I couldn't close my exhausted eyes for fear of missing one little movement.

(This, by the way did nothing to prepare me for the shrieking, yowling bundle of boy that followed two years later.....)

Well, I continued to stare into those crystal blue eyes as I breast fed her for a year and grew to adore her and become in awe of the person she was even before she came to us. I deeply believe that babies are already pre-package people when they arrive and not actually blank canvas's that we can shape and create. Of course there is a duty to guide them, but you cannot change a child's personality no matter what you do. Nor would you want to try. 

Miss 7 is testament to this.
She is at once just like me and nothing like me.
Gentle and caring, obstinate and selfish.
Beautiful on the inside and the outside.
Fearless protector and cruel dictator in Mr 4's world.
She adores a celebration, and making people feel special.
She is crazy for fashion and is very creative.

She scares me a bit.

I love and respect the enormity of her and what she may become overwhelms me every day.

She takes my breath away. Sometimes in exasperation and sometimes in awe.

She recently celebrated her 7th birthday by my hospital bedside and had as wonderful a time as if she had been at Luna Park. I will make it up to her but she probably doesn't realize there's anything to make up.

So a joyful 7th birthday to my beautiful Angel.
I love you with all of my Broken Heart.

Xx