I had to call my sister to tell her if my heart stopped tonight, she could blame her niece. In the best possible way.
We went through our usual night-time routine. All of us on mumma’s bed bus, having our little pre-bed chat, Bubba having her bottle, me singing to her (tonight’s tunes: LOVE and Moon River), Bubba stroking Bella and Beary.
Once her bottle was finished, she handed it to me ‘ottle’, then rolled over to give each of the dogs a cuddle. I scooped her up in my arms and she blew them a kiss. They jumped off the bed and escorted us down the hall to her bedroom, where she waved them goodnight.
I just couldn’t get enough of her last night, and before I put her into her cot, I shuffled her from upright cuddle to baby cradle, her legs dangling down my side; remembering when she was so little that her head fit in my hand and her bottom only reached the crook of my elbow.
Then do you know what she did? She tucked her little hands under my sweater so she could stroke my skin.
And then she sang to me.
Shut. The. Door. I thought my heart would stop in that very minute. But it couldn’t stop, it had to keep beating so I could keep listening. Her beautiful little high-pitched voice sing songing its way through a story for a full minute. With a little giggle right at the end to indicate she’d finished.
I am not even joking. Oh how I wish it had somehow been recorded, but it is firmly etched on my heart. As in for-ever.