Eve went to playgroup this morning and had an amazing time, running around, eating play dough, almost socializing with the other kids, it was wonderful. It was also apparently exhausting, as soon as we arrived home she settled in for a feed and a deep snore filled nap.
I noticed laying next to her that my finger fits just perfectly in the curve of her nose, and it made me feel like she was almost part of my body still. How lovely to feel that connection one year later, how melancholy to know that each passing year makes the further and further away. But the sadness is short knowing that that separation means slowly getting to know Eve and who she is, who she will become. Motherhood is by far my favourite choice I’ve made in this life.