As I sit and reminisce about my childhood I think of experiences I would love to replicate for my daughter… my long love for books is on the list.

I have always dreamt of having a library like Bell’s (Beauty and the beast) to be surrounded by the new book smell (deep breath).

We have been supervised by my mother who’s leaving words of advice were “If your not sure go to the doctor, its your first kid they expect to see you”.

“How about “I have done the impossible” book for mothers. We can record being able to laugh without feeling it in our stitches, first nights sleep, and all the joys people forget to mention.”

Yours Always, A tall glass of milk!

Now I feel pressured to read and know about everything and everything seems so confrontational.