Isabelle was a year old today. It's been a great one.
I expect there will be a Stock Exchange newsflash in the morning announcing that Early Learning Centre's profits have soared and Toy R' Us haven't done too badly out of the people we know either! We have the biggest pile of toys you could possibly imagine in our living room and dining room....Isabelle has loved every minute of it - it's amazing to me that a baby of her age can interact with and enjoy the company of so many people in such a short space of time but at it's peak, 11 people were calling her from one side of the room to the other and she handled it better than many adults I know - although she understandably fell asleep almost the second we put her down at 7:25.
It was exactly a year at 7:20 this evening, so I suprised Lou (who was in the middle of giving our bundle of joy her last feed of the evening) with a glass of champagne, to celebrate. It's a wonderful feeling to be able to thank someone for giving you the gift of a baby like Isabelle: If only there were a way to express the gratitude one feels.
At some point in the next few days I will have to write a very long entry to include some of the great photos from the party on Saturday and some of the pictures from today so I will save anymore thoughts and comments for then.
(If anyone techinical reads this and can suggest a way I can upload a video clip to my postings, I would be very grateful.)
When Isabelle was born a year ago today, I wanted to hold her as she was and never let go. Never wanting her to grow up, never wanting her to leave my sight, hoping she would be everything both Lou and I had hoped for but obviously apprehensive at becoming a dad for the first time. A year on, I have learned that how she was then is exactly as she is now, she's just able to do more and she's bigger. I have learned that even when you can't hold your baby close to you, you can never let go. I have learned that when she's out of sight, you can still see, feel and hear her, I've learned that hoping she is everything you wish for is mostly down to how you nurture her and that apprehension IS just a word you use in those early days. Being a mum or dad, whether it be the first or twenty first time, is an experience to behold and treasure. It's a journey through every high and low imagineable, a cycle of tears and laughter, pleasure and maybe sometimes, anger. But mostly, for me at least, it's been the discovery of the deepest, purest love imagineable.
31,536,000 seconds have passed since Isabelle arrived and so much has happened. What will the next ones bring? I can't wait to find out.
Goodnight.