I’ve always been super grateful to have had two children. To be able to give Eva, who was and still is my absolute world, someone to share in hers. Because even though right now I am still her best friend and I wish with every single fibre of my being that this lasts, it isn’t the same as having a sibling.
It has been 5 years and 9 months since I called myself Mama. In that moment my life, myself, changed forever in the most wonderful way I could ever have imagined. I thought that was the pinnacle. BUT. It has been 20 months since I became a mother of two. Since I could actually use the words I had been dreaming of for so long. My children. My Little Ladies. My Girls. My Two.
A few days ago as we went about our ordinary mornings of getting ready for school and work Eva turned to me and said “Mum I miss taking outfit photos every day like when we were in France, shall we do it now?” And whilst I did explain that school uniform was probably not something that would be that interesting every single day she was so keen that I didn’t have the heart to say no. I did indeed take a photo of them in front of our newly painted but still a little tired garage door. The littlest had no shoes on because she was spending the day at home with my sister and they both had cheesy grins, but I dutifully posted it on instagram and went off to work.