I am not a blogger. I am merely a curious soul who could not find her diary.

It has been a long old time since I last posted on here and my, my, how my world has changed.

Gone are the days when I had hours to spend wandering haphazardly across the internet, dreaming of my future. My future is here and now. I am living my dream. Since I last mused about things I find pretty, I have become a wife and a mother. I have traversed the rough terrain of wedding planning, accumulating in our 'big' day; a day of laughter, love, family, friends and fireworks. The most perfect of days.

Until a Friday in August. The day my daughter arrived in this world. The day my world changed for ever. I thought I was happy before I met her, but any happiness, joy or jubilation I had previously known quite simply paled in comparison to what I now hold in my heart for my baby girl.

Tonight is the first night in 5 months and 3 days that I have sat in bed, with the lamp on. Tonight is the first night I am alone in our room. My darling daughter is spending her first night in her nursery and I feel like a small part of me is missing. I cannot hear her snuffle and shuffle, her gentle sighs and snores, her legs kick as she dreams. She is but a few meters away on the other side of the landing, but it may as well be miles.

I am resisting the urge to go stand silently beside her cot and gaze at her, checking for the rise and fall of her tiny chest. I am sat tucked up in bed, laptop on my knee, rediscovering a dusty old blog I once used to write, as I could not find my diary. The need to be distracted is immense.

And so I am making a New Year's Resolution: to write more.

This used to be a place where I would collect pretty things, ideas for my wedding, clothes I want to wear, houses I want to live in. I am going to continue to share my dreams with you, if indeed anyone actually reads this stream of consciousness, but my world has new and exciting chapters.

Before I know it, my darling daughter will be walking, talking and running nervously off through the school gates for the first time. Cherished moments of these early days will grow dusty and forgotten, like the lonely odd sock behind the radiator. I still long to fill my whole life with happiness and pretty little things and I do wish the whole world could have sprinkles on the top. Because that is just what all my pretty little shiny objects of desire are: the colourful sprinkles atop the cupcake of life, a cupcake, that I have discovered has a sweet, rich and truly scrumptious center. What is this blog going to become? It may just be the late night ramblings of a new mother, a wannabe haberdashery owner's wishlist, a frustrated crafter who has not the time to complete a project, but whatever it becomes, it will be rose tinted and a happy place.

So here I am, on the brighter side of rain clouds, to bask in the sunshine and the immense joy that I am most fortunate to have, that my baby girl brings me every single day. I want my daughter to grow up to see the best in every one and every thing. Cherish the simple things and follow your dreams ♥