I remember when I felt your first kick, at 17 weeks pregnant.
I remember when I first saw you, 10 weeks and 4 days on a screen.
I remember the first outfit I brought you, when Plymouth shopping with my mum.
I remember the first scare you gave me, waiting for my scan to see if you where growing; thankfully you where fine.
I remember the pain I went through to get you, I would do it over and over again.
I remember when I first layed eyes on you, I finally knew what love felt like.
I remember your first cry when born, I knew instantly how to comfort you.
I remember when you first opened your eyes, those big blue eyes.
I remember when you first smiled, those dimples of yours still melt my heart.
I remember when you first laughed, you saved that joy for your nanny to see too.
I remember when you first frowned at me, you have my sas.
I remember your first word, mama I could have heard over and over again happily.
I remember when you first crawled, at age 7 months you had some speed.
I remember when you first walked, not long after you started crawling you had to hurry up and get up on your feet; my 10 month old monkey.
I remember your first birthday, how could you have grown so quick?
I remember your second birthday, your first day at nursery and even your first fall.
I don’t remember the last time you fell asleep in my arms.
I don’t remember the last bottle I gave you.
I don’t remember the last time I fed you.
I don’t remember the last time I had to hold your hand when you walked.
I don’t remember the last time you were covered top to toe in food.
I don’t remember the last night you spent in our room.
I don’t remember the day I thought wow you really are a toddler.
I don’t remember the first day you said I love you mama.
I don’t remember when you first started to have conversations with me.
I do remember the countless amount of times I have sat back and thought of how proud I am of you and how I am the luckiest person to have you.