These are the happiest of days
Even if they are also the hardest.
These are the days filled with more love than I have ever known
Even if they are also spent in a sleep-deprived haze.
These are the days when you, Milin, have the power to make my heart swell
just by talking to me with your new words and your new voice.
For you, Milin, are growing up.
You can put your trousers and wellies on by yourself. You can tell me anything you want me to know or understand. You can make your own decisions and you will.
You talk now all the time. You repeat everything we say. You put words together in sentences. You make me happy.
These are the days when you, Jasmin, have the power to make my heart skip a little when it shouldn’t
just by looking at me with your innocent eyes and recognising me.
For you, Jasmin, are changing so fast.
You still snuggle your head into my chest to sleep. You still relax in my arms because you know I am me. You can tell me you are hungry or tired and you will.
You play now on your own and with us and with your toys. You smile at us and know us. You make me happy.
These are the days when my children can shoot a bolt of happiness straight into my heart with just a look or a word or a smile. These are the days that will never come back. These are the days that make me happy.
They are days lived to the fullest. They are days spent watching Milin and Jasmin together and holding them in my arms. They are days spent savouring their words, their looks, their touch.
They are days spent falling further and further in love.