When Eva lost her first tooth, which I wrote about almost an exact year ago today (which is just weird) it felt like such a milestone for her, for me. It was so emotional that the little smile I had known for six whole years was changed forever, an emotion that also came with a sense of pride that we had come this far, of course it did change her face but no sooner had she lost those bottom teeth than new ones grew in its place, albeit not pearly white milk teeth like before, still, teeth.
I always thought Eva was a late walker, I remember being that first time Mum looking around at all these walking babies before their 1st birthday or shortly after and thinking that my non physical little baby girl would never get there. She talked, but she didn’t walk. Then when Roma walked at 9 months it always seemed like Eva was the late one, it was never a problem, she just wasn’t that interested.
Dear Eva
What a year! Every eve of your birthday is special, it is manic and emotional in equal measures and I just cannot stop myself than to look back at photos of you when you were a baby or from years gone by and wonder how it can be another year already. I sit here typing as the tears flow of pure love and utter pride for you and wonderment on how you can be 7 already. It makes Mummy feel old! I say this every single year and know I probably will for as long as I live