I’m a slave to Ava Grace

Still getting over yesterday’s events. (Hope you enjoyed the Twitter feed – the Indie picked up on it.)

Nothing really prepares you for the birth of your first child. For the last nine months, I’d heard the same thing from every parent – it’s life changing, it’s life affirming (and from the Dad’s a line spoken with a wearily knowing – even sadistic – tone – “Mate, you’re life will NEVER be the same again. Get your sleep in NOW!”)

But when I held little Ave Grace in my arms, I got it.

I, like any other man, have put myself first for the vast majority of my life. This changed when I met Roz but there was still an element of me, me, me.

But as soon as I looked into those little blue eyes, that selfishness disappeared like sunlight heralding the end of a long dark night.

My two ladies come before everything now.

I am just a nappy-changing, bottom-wiping, cash-dispensing slave.

And I’m loving every minute of it.


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