The Time Has Come

Once I get tired of summer (which happens pretty early on), the rest of the year is all about Christmas. I adore Christmas - it is without a doubt the best time of year. So much more than just the 25th December. And the time has come. I have slowly, over the past few days, been decorating the house. It's all so magical, always. The pace is much slower this year, there's a watermelon-sized bump slowing me down, but we're getting there...


I checked out my list of resolutions for 2010 the other day. What a laugh. I've done almost nothing. But for a change, I don't care. I'm not about to spend the next month trying to fix that. There was one hope for 2010 that of course I hadn't listed. And yet it was the one that did happen and it's the reason most of those other resolutions didn't.

David asked me the other day what I thought the best thing about this year was. There's no question in my mind - finding out I was pregnant, as many mixed emotions as it brought with it, turned this year into one that would always represent exactly that. It's barely felt like a year - I was so unwell for over 5 months of it. It feels like 2010 is no more than a few months old, and yet I don't care. It's been exciting and such a journey, and it's brought David and myself so much closer than ever before. And 2011, as daunting as it may seem, is going to be so completely different, I'm not even going to attempt to make any resolutions this year.

I just want to be a good mummy. I want to give this little girl as much love as is humanly possible. I want to see her grow and smile and develop the character already budding within her. I want to watch David melt whenever he looks at her, and she him. I want to hold her and protect her and be everything she needs me to be.

Next year, it's all about the little things.