There are times when I look at Roo and I can’t believe that my once little baby girl has gone. She has turned into this independent chatterbox who would happily spend her days dancing around the place or reading a book than anything else.
There are times when I look at Roo and she is still my little baby girl who needs nothing more than a cuddle from her Mummy and someone to stroke her hair.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth – Khalil Gibran
