It’s amazing how time flies. And I’m not even talking about how it’s already August, and only now that this post is getting published.
So she turned seven some time mid-July. Like how did seven years just fly past?
Anyway, Facebook is really good at this You-have-memories-today thingy. Makes it so convenient to remember things, don’t you agree? And this photo popped up on my FB feed a month ago and instantly brought tears to my eyes.
Not that I don’t remember how she looked like as a newborn, but it just feels like a lifetime ago since she was a baby in our arms.
It’s so funny but I still recall the feeling when I finally saw her and it’s been seven years, and I can’t remember what I did yesterday. Perhaps this is what it is to be a mother. You may become a scatter-brain after all the pregnancies but you never forget how it felt that moment you saw your child for the first time (the pain you remember for life but then you get amnesia and forget, then you have a second one).
Well, it was certainly memorable for me since I had a long, traumatic (more so for me than her) delivery that ended up in an emergency c-section (you can read more about my first birth story here. Gosh, I can’t actually remember if I wrote the birth story of my second. Ok, I checked. I didn’t write the birth story for my second :D)
So yes, fast forward seven years and that babe in the pink blanket is now fashionably clothed in blue, pretending she’s Queen Elsa with her Frozen dress (which fortunately arrived in time for her birthday). I actually did a blog post chronicling the first six birthdays for her sixth last year (which we celebrated with a staycation at Village Hotel Changi) and I just realised that the post actually didn’t have her baby photo. With her in Primary one this year (you can read more about her P1 journey in our Journeying through Primary One series), I think she’s really come a long way since. I know I probably say this every year and will continue to do so for years to come, but I mean it every time I say it. And if you are a parent, I’m sure that’s a familiar refrain at milestones and birthdays.
If you have been following my blog, you’d already know that we don’t throw parties for our kids. But we celebrate every single one with them. And here’re the photos we took that day 🙂
I love her back view in this dress! It probably doesn’t mean much to most mummies but she took an awfully long time to grow out her hair. I mean like really, really long – I only managed to find some hair to clip when she was 4.5 years old and finally had the chance to buy hair ties to tie up her hair less than two years ago. If you want to give me a hug now for all the years of waiting, I would really appreciate it.
So her hair was in a mess by the time dinner was done and no one seriously wanted to wait for me to redo her hair while the candles were burning away so here’s a rather dishevelled-looking little girl taking in the sight of her 7th birthday cake.
The candlelight always makes it really difficult for photo editing so I normally end up with weird lighting in my photos. But I still really like these ones.
Nothing posed. Everything natural.
Well, all except this. One of the rare times we get a family photo together – where everyone is smiling somewhat, and looking (thankfully) not in different directions.
Happy birthday my darling!