Even though it's all about pink, I love your bedroom. But it's impossible to really capture the way it looks and feels. I sneak into your room each night to check you are sleeping soundly, cover you up if the temperature has dropped, Bluey tucked up beside you.
The mobile above your head is a collection of origami Daddy made following our trip to Japan. In fact I'm sure he was obsessed with origami at the same time that you came into being. I spent hours one day winding white wool around the perfect branch and then delicately stringing each piece so it balanced.
You sleep on a breastfeeding cushion I asked Nana to make. She also made the two square pillows beside you. The blue star pillow was a gift from your great Aunt Marina on our last trip to Italy.
The cube of treasures hangs on the wall. It's full of special things collected since your birth, many of them from Italy and international friends. You regularly climb up and retrieve your favourites. I put them back, torn between the desire to pack them away in tissue paper and wanting you to enjoy them.
Your room is a special place, a haven, a little piece of heaven.
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