(All photos by the lovely Barbara Coombe)
The day your baby turns one is such a mix of emotions: relief - the sleep deprivation didn't actually kill me! Pride - I didn't drop the baby, forget the baby, sell the baby on e-bay - insert all the random ways you worry you could injure your child. Fear - if you're now that old, then how old am I getting? Also sadness. The sadness comes from the realisation that my baby's first year is over. She is on the cusp of leaving her babyhood behind her forever. It feels like each day I can practically see her limbs lengthening, her face maturing and her eyes growing more aware of the intricacies of the world around her.
Paige has been such a sweet, content and loving little baby that I feel an ache at the thought of her moving on from this stage. It makes me laugh when I remember that just over a year ago I was nervous about the effect that adding a second child to our family would have. Nervous about my sweet Paige? It seems so silly now.
(Large Aboriginal painting in the Namatjira Lounge)