Last Saturday we had my daughter Amélie's 4th birthday party. She was so happy at her party. Dressed like Rapunzel and surrounded by all her friends. I cannot believe she is 4. It seems like yesterday we brought her home from the hospital. So tiny and perfect. What happened? Suddenly she is in pre-school, goes on play dates and has developed into a little girl with a big personality.
I am sure I am not the only mother being completely swept away with motherhood. In love. When my son Victor was born almost 6 years ago and then 20 months later my daughter Amélie, I felt overwhelmed with love. At times it felt almost impossible to feel this much love inside me. I was and am in love with these little creatures. I think of them constantly. I am happiest when I am with them. I want them to know how I feel about them. How much I love them. How much they have changed my life for the better. How much they have given me and how many things they are teaching me every single day. They make me feel brave. I now do things that I never thought I could do. They make me want to do better and be better.
I was left with a dilemma. How do I make sure that they know all of this. That they know how much they mean to me. So I started writing little love notes for them. Writing all the precious memories down for them to read when they are adults and maybe have their own children.