I am so busy being a mother, it is an ongoing but worthwhile job. I can't believe she's 14 weeks young, time seems to fly by silently but surely.

It's getting warmer, the sun is shining more. I love the sun. I miss its warm caress upon my tired flesh.

My dad died. It's not that sad, we weren't exactly best friends. I guess it serves to remind me that life is both long and short, all at once. I mean, we don't really know anything that exists for more than our own existence, yet in the grand scheme of the universe - where trees and volcanoes seem to cover the earth and predate us, life truly is over before it has begun.

I will watch her grow and fly away, she will always remind me of who I am and the potential we all have. Such innocence. I never used to believe in perfection, I know now it exists, but only for a few months. Slowly reality creeps in and tarnishes what was once pure. It is inevitable. Almost a tragedy.

I sound so ominous when I write. Or is that pretentious? Hopefully not.
I'm off to eat cake. MMM cake (homemade too, welcome to the life of a semi-domesticated woah-man)
xx