Six years ago today, at a little beachside cafe, I sipped peppermint tea and he stirred sugar into his mocha. Imagine if we had of known what was to come. Four months later we moved into a little fibro beach shack and soon after there were two blue lines on the pregnancy test.
Nice to meet you, let's have a baby...
Daniel took me back to that cafe when I was 38 weeks pregnant and got down on one knee. "Yes!"
There's been some wonderful times and some really shitty days but gosh....look what we've made baby.
Happy six years, I love you. (and thanks for always giving me the last chocolate biscuit...x)