Butterfly kisses

Last weekend we went down to Hillary's Boat Harbour for some family fun. Reeve enjoyed the pram ride while India enjoyed the teacup/carousel rides. We went to San Churros for a chocolate treat and Indi had a blast getting her face painted, for the first time ever. The next morning when she woke to a half smeared butterfly, we heard the scream from the living room, but a promise of Pop painting faces at Christmas soon calmed the sea of her ever growing emotional storms!

I've really noticed a change in Indi, these past few weeks! Her language has exploded... and so have her demands! She is funny {and knows it}, she is kind and loving, and she is afraid of bugs. She is thoughtful and generous, especially with Reeve. She is firey and loud and fragile and a terrible sleeper. There are so many layers to this little girl that is half me, half her Dad, and holey divine! Like a twisted game of pass-the-parcel, it is a constant give and take with a little prize hiding beneath each layer! I love her in ways I never expected to.

And I know she loves me too because she tells me all the time! I will never grow tired of the way she throws her arms around me, and with all the tenderness her tiny body can muster, she gently whispers one of three things:

"I'm so proud of you Mama"... or 

    "I Lush you so much Mama"... or 

        "Happy Balentines {Valentines} Mama"... (as she hands me a gift!)

India has changed me. I was once afforded the luxury of selfishness. My time was my own and I could do with it whatever I pleased. But alas that season of my life is gone and in its place stands India {and now her brother also}. This season affords me the opportunity to grow and to sacrifice and to learn patience; To nurture and to love and to be loved in return. And at the end of the day we get to seal it all with butterfly kisses.