Dear Past Me,
There have been lots of times when I wished I could have told you what was coming. Given you a heads up and told you ‘everything’s going to be OK’.
It was a year ago that we found out our baby was missing part of her left arm, and now, more than ever, I wish I had a time machine to go back and hand you this letter.
Right now, you feel like the world has ended. Like you’ll never be happy again. But just take a look at this:
This time next year, you’ll be spending all your time having fun with this little dude. Playing and giggling together. Glowing with pride as she dives under the water at swimming and comes up smiling. Watching in amazement as she scoffs down Japanese food without batting an eyelid. Making an absolute idiot of yourself just to hear her laugh.
She’ll be your best friend, your greatest achievement and the love of your life, and what you feel like now will be nothing but a distant memory.
So please, 2014 me, don’t cry or mourn the life you thought you were going to have. Look forward, because everything’s going to be OK. Actually, it’s going to be brilliant.
Lots of love,
P.S. Sleep now, while you can. Seriously. At every opportunity.