When they are just old enough to reach out their tiny hands and play with the water in the shower.
The way their delicate fingers dance under the droplets.
The way they find such delight in the discovery.
The purest innocence and joy.
Before she was here and I dreamed of the things I missed about having a baby,
watching their little hands under the shower water was on my list.
So this right here, is heaven to me.
They had a special day out with their grandparents today and the heat was getting a bit much for baby Estelle after lasts nights heat wave, so Pete & I spent the day at the shopping centre for some air con relief. When night fell, I didn’t have a photo of the day, but when I looked into their room at bedtime tonight and saw them reading on their beds before sleep time I knew I needed to make it part of my project. It’s the same view every night. They read with their two cuddly toys under their arms. Boo & Sheepy for Ava. Buddy Bear & Darcy for Anouk. Last week Ava asked me to take the drawings off her wall because she wants to replace them with posters. It’s the first step towards what will be a gradual change of their room from a little girls room to their eventual teenage room. One day I will look through their bedroom door & there won’t be toys under their arms. One day this bedroom and all the years they shared it will seem like a distant dream. It will be hard to remember the details, but photography is magic because it allows us windows into our past. The beds they moved into when they out grew their cots at age 2, the little yellow chair I found at an antique store, the artworks I’ve collected as gifts for them, the books that captivated them. It’s all here in this picture.
Gentle, loving and protective are the words I would use to describe how Ava is with her baby sister. 9 years and 8 months apart, yet their bond is something so close and so beautiful. It’s more than I dreamed it might be. How amazing it is to see my eldest maturing, while as she lays there curled up to our baby, I can still see the baby she was in her face too.
Every night she has a bath at golden hour.
4 months ago her tiny body lay helplessly in our hands as we swished her gently across the top of the water.
The baby bath seemed like a pool with her in it.
Now she places her hands on the sides as though to say, “this is my bath!” and judging by the way she attempted to climb right over the edge tonight, I think her days in this bath are already numbered.