In January 2012, this is what I was doing. Just like November and December before it and February after it. I was massaging my premature babies broken skin. I was rubbing her soft head. I was stroking her arm and holding her sweet little hand.
Whilst I was doing these things that had become my normal, my dear friend Michelle visited with us and blended into our routine and took photos.
Only last night I sent her a text and asked her if she still had those photos she took as I only recall seeing a few of them.
To be honest my main focus was looking at the real thing, my sweet baby girl and preparing to take her home so I no longer had to gaze at her pictures on my phone when I sat on my lounge at night without her.
Today, Michelle sent me the most wonderful gift, not one or two but forty beautiful photos of my darling little girl and so tonight with only twelve more sleeps until she turns four, I’d like to share a couple with you.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
To Michelle, if I could turn back time, you would be with me in that room that night. I would pass my baby girl to you and you would hug me and we’d put our heads together and tears would stream down our faces. We would hold each others hands and then you would quietly hand my angel back to me and you would take photos for us. You would stand by my side a few weeks later on the next hardest day of my life and I would be forever grateful. I am already forever grateful because you are always on the other end of the phone when I need you. I love you my dear friend xxxx