Small girl and I seem to be going through a bit of a love in at the moment. It's not that I don't look at her every single day with a sense of wonderment that this child is actually mine. But right now... Maybe she has a sixth sense that I'm worrying about a family illness, perhaps it's just one of those things. Either way I'm loving all the extra hugs and declarations of love.
"Mummy, I hope you know how special you are. I love you a hundred and a million and eighty two. I'll even love you when you're 35."
(Who's going to tell her....?)
"You know mum, I'll even love you when you're under one of those stones. I'll find the one that says 'Cari Rosen' and I'll know it's special because you're there."
Now, how to explain to her why I'm bawling like a baby?