Letter To Lacey: Seven Years Old

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Dear Lacey, You are seven. I couldn’t have imagined what this day would look like. Back when I started writing these letters you were tiny and consumed my world. You are still such a big part of my everyday, but in such a different way. Back then, when I started writing these letters, what would I have hoped for, for you on this day? Happiness. Confidence. Friendships. Laughter. Love. To…

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Letter to Lacey: Six years old

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Dear Lacey, It’s been a while between letters, and how much you’ve grown in that time. You’re six? You’re SIX. I’m going to talk about the olden days for a moment, which is back when I used to be a nanny. Back in those days I used to specialise in babies. In other words I preferred to look after small babies and toddlers up until the age of 5 because…

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Letter to Lacey: Now you’re a big sister

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{photo by Rana Rankin Photography} Dear Lacey, You’re a big sister. A few hours after your little sister Luella was born, your Gaga brought you into the hospital. We wanted you to meet her before anyone else so Dada came and collected you from out in the hallway. Already it’s all a blur to me, because I remember just sitting in the bed, holding the baby and gazing at you….

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Letter to Lacey: Just thank you.

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Dear Lacey, I burst into tears just now. I was driving along, just a minute from home. I was rubbing my belly pondering what a miracle it was that there was a fully grown baby inside me. That stuff never gets old. I grew a baby. It’s kinda magic. Why the tears? I’m pregnant, so they are pretty good at just springing up on me and falling from my eyes….

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Letter to Lacey: 5 years old

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Dear Lacey, Every year your birthday comes around, and every year I play a little game in my head. I call it the ‘This time back when’ game. It’s a little trip back memory lane that I think most mums play around the birthday of their children. This morning I woke at crazy o’clock, also known as 3am. Sick of fighting the wake/sleep battle, I grabbed a blanket and headed…

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Let’s talk about being four.

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My very first memory is being four. I was shy and timid. I remember being at preschool and it was Dad’s day. I was sitting playing playdough and my Dad walked in. You know that overwhelming sense of pride you used to get when your parents would be at your school to see what you did. I remember that. I felt that. I had my hair out, super long {almost…

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Letter to Lacey: Four years old

Dear Lacey, Four years ago today, I gave birth to a little baby girl. You. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. The final moments that it was just Dadda and I. And then we were parents. Just like that. I thought I had it all worked out. I really did. I thought I was going to be the best mum in…

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Letter to Lacey: Forty Months

Dear Lacey, I quite like 3 and a half. You’re my little shadow. We laugh together. Play together. Tell jokes together. Bake together. Three and a half is all sorts of fun. On the flip side, three and a half is a bit of a hard work. As much as there is laughter, there are tantrums. Tantrums of diva-like proportions. The other day, as I made my way back from…

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Letter to Lacey: Thirty Nine Months

Each night we climb into bed and without fail twenty minutes later you want something to eat, usually biscuits. And so being the kinda mum {read: sucker} that I am, I clamber upstairs and get you something to eat. And then moments later you’ll tell me that you’re thirsty. So then again I’ll march upstairs and get you a drink {you don’t like the water from the bathroom}. One night…

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Letter to Lacey: Thirty Eight Months

Dear Lacey, Oh my! Look at how big you’ve gotten! You’re so cheeky. Any time anyone sees you, even if they haven’t seen you for a week they say, “Wow, she’s so big now!” You must be going through constant little growth spurts. I love the cute little things you say. I need to start writing them down because I so quickly forget what you’ve said. There are a few…

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Letter to Lacey: Thirty Eight Months

{On the morning of the funeral} Dear Lacey, I wish we could turn back time. This month has been a heartbreaking one. You lost your beloved Pop Pop. He was your best mate, and you were the apple of his eye. He adored you. He was so proud of his little Lacey. There are things that I want you to know that you probably won’t remember. He was always thinking…

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Letter to Lacey: Thirty Six Months {Three Years!}

Dear Lacey, Over the past month when people have asked me how old you are I’ve told them two. Not two and 10 months, not almost 3 but two. I’ve been hanging on to you being a baby for as long as I possibly can. Three? Can you really be three? Wasn’t it just last week that you were a teeny, tiny newborn? Wasn’t it just yesterday that you took…

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Letter to Lacey: Thirty Four Months

You ran in from outside and asked for your hat. “Mama, I need my hat!” I told you where to find it, and you ran around in a hurry trying to get it as fast as you possibly could. With it clutched in your hands, you quickly ran for the door. “Kissy?” I asked. You took a moment to plant a kiss on me, and then headed hastily for the…

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Letter to Lacey: Thirty Three Months.

Where has my baby gone? In her place is a confident little girl, you. Before and during my pregnancy I would spend the days dreaming about you, what you would look like, what your little voice would sound like and about your little personality. You’re not the little girl I dreamed of, but somehow you’re better than my dreams. You’re feisty, which I know is going to cause us endless…

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Letter To Lacey: Thirty Months.

Hello Miss Destruction. You have the ability to destroy a room in one single swoop. You’re Trouble with a capital T. You never ever, ever {ever!} sit still. Yesterday you put coins in my computer’s disc drive, the day before you emptied the bookcase by climbing up on a chair and the day before that you threw things in the toilet. We put things up high so you can’t reach…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Nine Months.

Oh Little Lacey, you’re not so little anymore. You’re growing in every way possible. Your legs are longer, your vocabulary is getting bigger, and even your hair is getting longer. Finally. Those little wings above your ears, they melt me. I toss up between wanting to try my hand at a little hairdressing giving you a haircut, and wanting them to stay. I can say that you’re coming out of…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Eight Months

The television catches your eye and you stop in your tracks. “That’s amazing!” you gasp. You’re always describing things as delicious, amazing, beautiful and even gorgeous. I look over to see what has grabbed your attention and it’s a man break dancing on TV. Your eyes are glued. You drop to the floor and try to copy his smooth moves, twisting and turning with much enthusiasm. One day last week…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Seven Months

{Your teddy Lulu – your favourite} Mama, play with me? Mama, sit! Mama, read it? Mama, ‘cado? Mama, chocolate? You’re always moving, always talking, always asking, always needing, never ever tired. You’re always friendly, always polite, always kind, always inquisitive. You want to do as I do, be as I am. It’s interesting to see you copy things that I do, that I never realised I actually did until you…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Six Months.

Oh my little bundle of extreme cuteness, how I love thee. I love you lots, and lots, and lots, and lots…but you knew that. There’s no harm in telling you though, is there? And can I tell you again tomorrow? And the next day too? You’re my little dancing girl. You dance all day, and all night {when we’d prefer you to be tucked up in bed, fast asleep}. You…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Five Months.

Hello my little Lacey. You’re more than two now. You’re getting bigger, but still my baby. Your hair is growing {slowly, but surely}, and your legs are becoming too long for some of your clothes. You’re independent, yet still very attached to your Mama and Dadda. You’re full of conversation. I love chatting to you and listening to what you heard me say and what you’re response is. People stop…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Four Months.

I knew I loved you before I met you, and when you were born I loved you more than I could have imagined. You’ve shown me true joy. You’ve shown me pure happiness. You’ve shown me love like I’ve never known. I can’t believe you’re now two. Really? Two? I know it’s true, but I am still in disbelief. The past two years have been the most difficult in my…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Three Months.

Hello my cheeky little girl. You’re just shy of two years of age. No longer a baby, and more a little person… I wonder where the time has gone. You spend your days talking about buses, planes and cars. You scream with joy {my ears are still ringing} when a bus passes by, and can hear a plane from far away. You even know the difference in noise between a…

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Letter To Lacey: Twenty Two Months.

My super sweet little girl. You are far too cute. Seriously. I’ve never seen such cuteness in one little person. This month has been so much fun. You, me & Dadda against the world. Partners in crime, and fun. What did you enjoy doing most while we were on holidays? Jumping. That’s what. We got you a little trampoline and you just jump, jump, jump. You can even do tricks….

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