The first day you were in my life dawned crisp and cloudless. The early morning light was not at all shy about sticking its arms through the trees of the Common, reaching out to touch me as I made my way along the concrete edges of the green.
It was the first time I saw that the tribe of daffodils outside the tube station had woken up; sunny little faces starting to lift their way towards the sky after months of being tucked away underground.
The newspapers of the day were filled with stories of bank bail-outs, falling share prices, and company takeovers, all sitting around a photo of a solemn looking basset hound who was about to participate in Crufts - the world's most famous dog show.
But while we go about our normal days, on the other side of the world somewhere, you are getting used to your new-found freedom of movement. Your lungs stretch and fill with air; your parents watching, counting your fingers and toes, and marvelling at this new little piece of life. A big sister looks over too, with her bright blue Bramwell eyes; watching and wondering.
There are the grandparents, bursting to tell the world of the new branch to the tree, another legacy of a lifelong love the rest of us are in awe of.
Don't forget there are a couple of Bramwell aunties, one is here and one is there, however you look at it.
And whatever the weather was in New Zealand; even though it is on the edge of autumn; you will always be the tiny girl who came into my life on a beautiful spring morning.
A morning where, for a little while, nothing else in the world mattered at all.
4 comments:
She's lucky to have such a loving auntie.
Awwwww that is lovely Ezi! You'd be proud, she is behaving beautifully so far. XOXOXO
Quick - where are my tissues!!
Another gorgeous jewel in the circle of precious daughters
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