Happy Birthday to you my wee girl. It seems like an age since we found out you were coming. A world away, literally... It was my birthday and we were visiting the Shetland Islands. Your Dad knew there was something amiss when I turned down a seafood dinner out to instead go to sleep, stating "that would be the best birthday present he could give me". That's when we knew you were there. Even before you arrived you were the daughter who made us change our paths. Before you arrived we lived overseas. Before you came we worked to travel. You were in my belly when we travelled to Thailand. We went for a wedding and an adventure but on day three jaw dropping morning sickness kicked in and all I could eat was pomello and salty potato chips. A bus ride saw me holding a plastic bag of my vomit, goldfish-like for two hours before we could get out. We cut our holiday short and returned to England intent on having you there, but through a few twists and turns we ended up homeless and jobless in an increasingly strange land- and on more buses - lonely double decker rides staring out at endless cold grey streets, you made me long for the light and warmth and familiarity of home and the love of those familiar.
I remember the strong smell of eucalypt on the humid air the night we stepped back into Australia. Still homeless and jobless and penniless but somewhere where we knew. I remember the fear dissolving that night...heralded in by morning magpie's song there was no need for worry, we were on the right path. Despite more moves and shuffles and house hunting and job hunting the one constant was that you were coming. We traded the sound of magpies for the soothing rumbling of trams and settled into the suburbia of california bungalows and walks along Merri creeks.
My girl who is already planning her next birthday party.
My girl who is five.
Happy birthday to you, gorgeous girl. The, "This was the best party ever. It was just ... magnificent", made this Mumma's day xxx