A more peaceful time

 

I've just re-read the last few posts. It really does seem like I am raising some sort of terrorist. I want to caveat that with this;

My daughter is the most scrumptious, delightful, innocently sweetest, kindest, most gorgeous golden little girl you could hope to meet. She is my life, my world, my absolute joy and sunshine. She makes me laugh constantly and the joy she brings to my life is indescribable. I love her with the fiercest but also the most squidgy love, and her cuddles make me melt into little chocolatey puddles on the floor. Sometimes I feel like I love her a little too much, and then I realise that's the stupidest thing I have ever had the misfortune to think. I feel that in the past year, it's been difficult, and I've written about it honestly, but that doesn't take away from my infinite and unceasing love for her. My posts seem quite negative, and I think that's because this is how I've been feeling. It's not been easy. But what preschool kid is? I hope it doesn't come across that this is how I feel all the time when I'm with her. I think we tend to write about episodes in our lives when times are tough, and forget to qualify them with the glimmers, the shimmers, the rainbows.