My baby girl turned one today, it has gone so fast. I have been emotional about it and it has caught me by surprise. She is the most incredible little being, her smile lights up the sky that sometimes i wonder if she is the sun. That i can not share with you her smile yet, hurts my heart. Yet i remain hopeful.
Poet, as i mentioned has such an incredible smile and shows it off all the time. She's also i believe to be a little comedian always doing silly things and looking around to see if i am noticing. You can hear her and i have belly laughs several times a day. She loves Sophie so very much and all the others too but the conversations she has with sophie are epic. Poet is a foodie and loves everything i love, today for her birthday i made potato and fennel soup and she could not have enough. Poet, loves books i mean loves them and she sits quietly and "reads to herself" or to me. She loves music classical especially the violin and piano, she also likes the tibethian throat singers and she doesn't mind her mama's tone deaf singing, which is good because i sing to her all the time. Poet is wonderful when it comes to chores, either she is out there with me or she stands at the window like you see above waving and smiling and sometimes, okay every time i walk back towards the house my breath is taken away as i stare at the scene before me.
Poet clearly says many things but what she says most of all these days is hi daddy, in fact she asks to call daddy several times a day. I am here writing you all this and there is a lump in my throat that is forming- one day , oh please one day make it so that i can share everything about her with you- for to know Poet is one of the luckiest privileges i promise…..
* i also want to apologize, i have not been able to write to my dear friends, or pick up the phone, it is not only because i am spending all my time with Poet but it is because it is such an emotional time and i just do not know how to express what we are going through, even my poor mum get yes and no answers to emails. This kind of block has never happen before, but know you are often on my mind dear friend. (s)