I had the most wonderful day with my children today. Archie decided it would be a good idea to have a two and a half hour nap, which I did not complain about one bit, so, Sophia and I had lots of time together.
She helped me pack two boxes; I emptied out the whole bookshelf and sorted through all my paperwork from the last two modules of my degree. I couldn’t believe how much paperwork I had accumulated. I threw most of it away as it was draft after draft and revision notes for my exam, but it brought back many of the feelings I had on the day of my exam.
My mum drove me to the venue, and Sophia sat in the back with me with her cute little self singing and talking to my mum, I had all my notes in hand, furiously reading through all of them to try and retain as much information as possible. I was so nervous, I think as anyone is going into an exam; I wanted to do my best. When I walked into the hall with all the other students, I looked for my name, I couldn’t find it anywhere… but alas, I did find it, I was sat right at the front, I used to hate sitting at the front at school. When I sat down, and lay all the necessary bits from my bag, I actually felt comfortable enough, and was anxious enough to find out the questions. I was also pregnant with Archie, about 21 weeks along. (I did need the toilet a fair few times) Bless him he was right there with me on what I remember as one of the biggest moments on my journey of my degree.
When we were given our papers, and I turned the first page I could have cried with happiness. The first was an extract from Wordsworth’s, The Prelude. A poem I had studied a lot, and also funnily enough had read my revision notes over and over in the car on the way there. I was so pleased, and that set the tone for the rest of the paper. The words just came to me, and I felt so lucky that the questions were that kind to me.
As you can tell sorting through all my old paper work today brought back lots of memories, me and Sophia picked up an old album I had put together of me and Daniel and we sat for a while and looked through it. It was of our trip to Australia from October 2009 – January 2010. This particular album also brought a huge amount of emotions for me, ones that felt as real as drinking a cup of hot sweet tea this morning. Sophia is always so inquisitive with anything I am doing, so as I sat and slowly looked through the photos, she wanted to look too, she was a bit confused, as she was not in any of the photos, so I explained to her that it was before she was born.
We actually both laughed so much, me more, when we came across a photo of her dad leaning back holding some branches on a tree, trying to do some sort of alluring pose. Actually, I remember this, I had asked him to take a photo of me hugging a tree, and then I begged him to do the same so I could get a photo of him. I laughed because of how hilarious the whole situation was, I had forgotten about that, but to look at a photo, that moment in our lives I remember almost everything. Even walking along the pavement in our matching Havaianas flip-flops, holding hands, the sun so hot on our skin it was burning. As we approached the gates to a botanical garden in Brisbane, I gently looked at him and told him how much I loved him. He smiled at me and kissed me gently on the lips, and squeezed my hand just that little tighter. I remember this moment; I remember the heat of the sun, the happiness I felt, and the appreciation I had, to be sharing my life with such a great man. I can safely say now five years on he is still the one, and still a great man, and I love him even more. Even more so for the experiences we have since experienced together.
We arrived home from Australia on the 28th of January 2010 if I remember that date rightly, and … I found out I was pregnant with my beautiful little girl Sophia. So this album is a corner stone to reminding us and now for Sophia, what a magical trip that was and what a beautiful gift we came home to. I feel blessed just reminiscing over it.
So along with all the wonderful feelings of packing up this house and moving on, comes memory after memory in the most ordinary and everyday items that lie in our home.
Sophia and I had a cuppa and a few biscuit’s, which is what the two of us really do best, we snuggled up on the sofa, and chatted and laughed. She had her Christmas jumper on, the impromptu of a child can never be escaped, and they don’t care what day it is or what a red jumper with snow and a reindeer on signifies. She just loves that jumper for being a cozy jumper; she even wears it to preschool. Such a little love, still going strong with her Christmas spirit!
She said something to me today, which I am going to try and remember now…
As we were sorting out, she found one of Archie and I’s passport photos, in a little paper booklet, you know the ones which you are given at the time of the photo-shoot. The photos had fallen on the floor and she was picking them up. She placed them in the little tabs provided, and she said:
“Can I keep them mummy?”
“Of course you can Sophia”
“I want to keep them, because one is of you and one is of Archie”
“And… because I love you both”
“Aw we love you too, we just need to get one of daddy and you now”
“Yes, because we are a family, and I love my family”
Moments like this, I am sure all mums can agree, melt your heart. I just wanted to hold her sweet face and kiss her. She does make my heart burst with happiness, and makes my smile beam from ear to ear.
Thank you Sophia for making me the happiest mummy I could of ever imagined being.