Abi, today you are nine. And somehow I can’t quite believe it. You who were so much awaited…a first. First child, grandchild, girl.
You made me a mum.
A little piece of myself in another wee soul. A new life. I remember looking into your wee eyes in that hospital room in the dark of night and imagining who you would become.
A blank page.
What would your voice be like…who would you become?
You have grown…a sparkling wit and that giggle that bubbles to the surface and overflows.
Sensitive, strong and fiercely imaginative. A creative to the core.
A little soul that we have loved, perhaps a love that took us a bit unaware, more than we even expected.
As you grow, we try to point you ever to the truth, to the things that are more important than what the world will tell you.
We pray for you.
To love well.
To be generous.
To be thankful.
To be thankful.
To be true to the gifts you’ve been given.
We love you wee abs. We hope we give you the roots that help you fly. To become that which you were made to be. To love you well.
xx
