Tell me, is there ANYTHING cuter than a two-year old dressed up as a little devil queen for Halloween?
With glitter in her hair, her beloved Skye in her arms (that day’s chosen Paw Patrol friend, it will be another of the ‘gang’ tomorrow!) and the cutest grin on her face, I was so proud of our darling girl at last week’s Spooky Welly Walk that I actually welled up, right there as we walked through the park.
These moments are the memory-makers.
It doesn’t matter that it rained just as we got around to having our lunch and our fairground-style chip butties got soggy. That we were almost blown away by the storm but still managed to push on so Lily could get her medal for reaching the end. That some of the stalls weren’t there because, understandably, the weather wasn’t playing kind.
It was still magical for us.
Michael and I kept looking at each other, both equally amazed by and in awe of the creature we’d created. You know that feeling you get where you realise, in that moment, just how bloody happy you are? How lucky you are? It was that, over and over again.
Because when you’re two, happiness is being outside in the ‘wilderness’. It’s going out with your Mummy and Daddy and being the centre of attention. It’s dressing up in funny costumes and being totally intrigued by your Mama getting the needle and thread to sew on your poorly-designed velcro devil wings.
And when you’re in your twenties, at the peak of motherhood, watching your tiny treasure skip around with a look of pure excitement and joy on her face, happiness is your two year old…