The Super Princess Series.
Breathing again.

Just. It’s impossible to put into words just how draining this week has been – much more than I could have imagined. What I do want to say is just how overwhelmed I am with the incredible support so many of you have shown us. We have been carried by kindness through the most difficult of days..
For every beautiful card, email, phone call, flower and gift after beautiful gift, we are so grateful. To be able to sit and unwrap the most heartfelt presents on her day meant more than I could adequately express. I wish I could say I have been able to email every single person individually to express my thanks but alas, I have not. We are still coming up for air after facing such a huge hurdle and also attending a ceremony this morning for Ava and one of her angel friends, Yasmine. It was hard but it was also a truly beautiful service and has been a little bit of healing for today.
So thankyou, 1000 thankyous, to every single beautiful soul who has kept us in their thoughts and prayers and gone out of their way to hold our hands through this week.
With so much love.
S xxxxxxx
The Gift Of Ava
She was my every wish granted.
My dream, literally, come true.
I want to reflect on the pure joy that she brought us, every single day.
To never forget the wonderful impact she has made on our family.
To truly celebrate the gift of Ava.
I’m trying, with all my heart and soul, to find peace, to be brave, as her birthday arrives.

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Happy Birthday, my darling girl. Iloveyousomuch.
Before and after.
So many things have shifted since losing Ava. So many. I can’t help feeling like my whole belief system has evaporated – I had such a certainty that karma took care of everything – that I had a good life because I was a good person, that life was kind to me because I “did the right thing”.. I liked having that belief – it felt secure and right. It’s another loss for me that I now understand that no-one is keeping score. Sure, maybe when I arrive where it is that I end up, perhaps it will matter but for here and now it has become apparent that I have very little control over whether my day includes joy or tragedy. From here on when I “do the right thing”, I know it’s just because well, it’s the right thing. Nothing more, nothings less. No expectations, no balance sheet, no payback. And really, it’s such an insult to all the other good people who have had bad things happen that I held this belief in the first place. How incredibly conceited of me.
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Ivish, wearing a selection of beautiful jewels sent to us from Carrie yesterday..along with some other very special things..but more about that in another post.
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And here is Mason running onto the coach that dropped Grandad off – he simply could not wait any longer :) How happy do they both look?
And I love Grandad’s sheer joy at holding Ivy again.
I’m hesitating to post this pic of this little critter who was observing my picture taking in the garden today, I might scare off Laureen who’s visiting my neighbourhood from Canada next year!!








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