...Amy and I parked up outside Wellington Women's hospital. We looked at each other, took a breath, and prayed over the life of our soon to be delivered little baby.A year on, and that little baby is now our rambunctious and gorgeous Mishie. The huge blue eyes, the wise look on her face, the rolls of baby-ness, the will and determination, the bow shaped month, the precious-moments cheeks, the softness of her skin, the infectiousness of her laugh. This, and so much more, is now so much part of lives, and I can't imagine life without Mishal.
She has captured my heart, just as Kenzie and Maddy did before her. The miracle of love, that it grows to encompass that your heart wraps around, never fails to amaze me. Being a dad to these three, being a husband to Love, my logic tells me that the love is going to dry up. But love and care and attention don't transact in the currency of logic. And that's a clue to the miracle.
Mishie, happy birthday my princess. You are, indeed, my Little Wonder.
