This post is like almost over a week late but I only just got round to editing the photos my husband and I took of our not so little girl!
On February 14, our daughter, who was less than 3lb at birth turned 2 years old and we’ve never been so proud of her.
We threw a little bash at our house and it was a pretty girly party so whilst Mark entertained the boys, Kya, Soraya, Alanna and I all had a blast at her little party, we ate ice cream, fruit, sausage rolls etc. It was a fun day and the sun was shining brightly on such a beautiful day to celebrate.
We are so privileged to have such a beautiful, kind little girl who proved to us that miracles do happen and that we should never give up even if we are in doubt. We, as a family have learned so much from her and I could honestly write SO much about Alanna but I’ll probably cause a flood from crying because I’m emotional AF.
At first, I was bummed that my chat long was still in the shot. But, I feel like it adds something to the impact. Does the clash push this into modern art territory or should I have tossed some sort of symbolism into the explosion or something?