I love you. I love you on your bad days. I love you on your good days.
I love you when you wake up cranky, when you sleep in. I love you when you look up at your dad struggling with the Christmas lights on top of the ladder in freezing cold and say "you are the best daddy in all the land, thank you daddy". I love you when you get upset when Elliot cries. I love you when you have a milk moustache, say the wrong things, and when you are in hysterics over breaking a $1 snow globe. I love you when you eat all your dinner, and when you don't. I love you when your face is covered in fudge, or toothpaste, or sparkles. I love you. All the time. In any weather. In any clothes. On any day. Always.
I take these photos for me, because I love them. Because I love interacting with you in the most pure and wild way I know how. I love watching your face light up when I say you REALLY can throw glittery farkles everywhere. I take these photos for me, but I take them all… for you. Because I really love to imagine that one day (hopefully a hundred years from now) when I'm no longer on this earth and you are an old lady,you can look back on your childhood… your life! with the hugest smile in your heart and know… really know... That, you… are my girl. My sunshine. My gorgeous whirlwind. The only thing that I can be sure of, is that life is impermanent. I have no idea what is in store for us. But, you have made me a better person. Just by being in this world. You have made my soul shine. These photos. Every single one I take of you… these are my love letters to you.
I love you Maisie,
(ps. you've promised that I can kiss your face forever. even when you're an old old lady. do me a favour peach and keep that promise. ox)