This girl

This girl. The one that drives me mad – oh how I love her. No-one else could wake me up at 6am in the morning and not make me mad. Only this girl. The one who keeps me sane, whilst driving me insane. A beautiful oxymoron of parental truth. Only this girl can talk all day, exhaust the ears off me and still leave me wanting more chat. How she’ll get excited when I tell her we can talk for a bit at bed time. Last night she said “Let’s talk about boys”. She’s three! She’s not allowed to talk about boys. Turns out, after asking her who her boyfriend was, that her boyfriend was aunty Ellie. (sorry Ellie) and no boys where spoken of.  We then would go back to usual chatter of her favourite colour (Purple at the moment, but may change back to green tomorrow). I’ll ask what else she wants to talk about and she’ll say the moon. the sky. the birds. Then she’ll jump up and declare that we must play a game of ‘I spy’. Although everything she spies is ‘red’. Nutter.

Only this girl can steal my heart whilst stealing my last chocolate. Only this girl can literally drive me to the point of insanity and then bring it all back down again with one simple cuddle. She says “I love you, your my best friend” and my heart is a melted mess on the floor. Adorable. It’s so funny, the kind of love that you have towards your child. It’s funny and beautiful and everything in between. I hope I remember all the little things that this feisty almost-three-year-old does. This girl. She’ll always be my main girl – my best girl. We’re like two peas in a pod, friends already. Of course I’ll always be her mother first, I just hope that even when she’s thirty five, she’ll be calling me her best friend.

This girl is almost three. She’s quirky, she’s sweet and she’s funny. I love her personality, she’s not shy. She likes to be the centre of attention – in a room full of people she’ll stand in the middle and tell everyone to watch her ballerina moves. She’ll make people laugh with the funny words she comes out with and she’ll constantly natter away, proclaiming her love for everything. Everything anyone loves – she loves more. She’s a character, a crazy little lady who will stroke your arm when you are sad, or help a friend out at preschool when they can’t do something. She’s kind. She’s caring. But mostly, this girl is just Daisy. My little flower.


  • Bridie By The Sea says:

    Oh this is gorgeous – I’ve actually fallen a little bit in love with your blog! Stunning photos and completely resonate with you saying that she drives you mad a little 🙂 Thank you for linking up to #dreamteam x

  • says:

    Aww that’s such a lovely post. I feel the same about my only just 2 year old. She’s also my best friend. It’s such a powerful love. Lovely to have read this tonight xx #DreamTeam

  • Annette, 3 Little Buttons says:

    What a gorgeous post. I know exactly what you mean. Your little daisy sounds a lot like my Little Button. She never stops talking, and even talks in her sleep. Though it’s just my ears that she seems to want to bend off. Thanks so much for sharing with the #DreamTeam x

  • says:

    Aww, what a beautiful post. Actually brought a tear to my eye because it’s exactly the way I feel about my two crazies x

  • Sarah Howe says:

    She sounds like my little loon. They never STOP TALKING and hovering around eh? I’m the same, love her so much too! It’s a lovely time but hard work. I love your photos; they really capture Daisy. Thanks for sharing with #bestandworst x

  • says:

    My little one is called Daisy and she sounds identical.I could listen to her all day.No one has loved me as she does.I cannot believe how lucky I am to have her!She’s only 5 but going on 16.Love it and love your post.Beautifully written with beautiful photos.Really enjoyed it and not just because of the subjectmatter!#DreamTeam

  • Laura Beresford says:

    Lovely photos and sentiments. She’ll grow up so quickly, treasure it all (even the waking at 6am!) Lx

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