When I sent Rachael a few images she wrote on her blog..
Every morning i get up to a little "mummy"....."mummy". at 5am. I snuggle down in bed with her. We read, we chat, we cuddle. This first image I had been awake for about 15 minutes. my hair hadn't been washed for a couple of days and the day before I had had a hat on it all day. there wasn't a scrap of make-up on my face, I didn't have my fancy pjs on, I hadn't even looked in the mirror... but this photo. is real. and true. and exactly how it is. at 5am. and I am going to put it pride of place in our home... because when she is 25.. and travelling the world.. and living a million miles away form me, I will have this photo... of exactly how it is.. and exactly how it was.
And the routine. in our bathroom that I haven't been overly fond of since the day we bought our wee home. but in these images... the bathroom doesn't even matter. What I see is our routine. The way every morning we brush our teeth... together... sitting just like this, me on the edge of the bath, she copying me. And she won't do this with me forever, nor will she let me jump in and cuddle her each morning forever. so. these are more than just photos to me. They hit me in the gut. and these tiny morning routines. are huge. because these are the moments that actually really really matter. to me. to the hours I have stayed at home with her. for the really hard days when being a mummy feels as impossible as moving a mountain... for the exquisite beauty in the ordinary everyday.
Rachael, thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for letting us catch a glimpse of your ordinary.
God dammit.. for me, this is what it's ALL about.