Sofia
It's a long time since I last kept a blog about living in southern Italy with your father for two years. A lot has changed since we returned to Australia in 2007. More than you can imagine. There was an emotional period of heartache and angst. The more important thing that happened was your conception and birth.
Now you lie sleeping in the next room, just over three years old.
You embody pure joy. I never expected to be prepared to embrace the challenges of motherhood, but your daddy and I are certainly glad that we rode out the storm and welcomed you into our world.
I'm not promising to blog every day my daughter. But there were many days towards the end of last year when I found myself thinking about what I would post if I had a blog dedicated to capturing your childhood, changes and sweetness. So I've begun.
Last Friday we caught the bus into the city. It was our first venture into town without the security net and burden of the pram. You haven't been on a bus for some time, and like most 'new' experiences you sat quiety watching the passengers and the world outside. You quietly sang 'Wheels on the Bus' as we went through the tunnels.
At the State Library you got to work on some pasting and we reinvented the cardboard into a crown. 'I'm a Prin-thess' is a current catch-cry.
