Precious Moments

Yet another ordinary day. A cloudy windy cold day, without the sun to brighten or cheer up the day. But yet, it doesn´t dampen the spirits of myself and my daughter as we happily ran for the bus, after picking her up from school, to reach to our favourite afternoon spot once again.


The grass was fresh and slightly wet from the rain..... the air fresh and cool..... the rivers running rapidly as we made our way into the woods once again to be engulfed by nature herself. 

I love these precious moments spent with Amelia...... I love the preciousness of these exact moments to remind me of how I strived and struggled to keep her back then... Now, as I watch her grow day by day..... with all the "ways of life" and her curiosity, and her stubbornness and her "I know what is better for me" attitude, I just can´t help but swell with pride over my little growing baby who is now 4 years and nearly 5 months old.


I am a very proud mummy. My baby is not only independent, but yet also very helpful in every possible way. Most of it, is many thanks to my parents, - they have help brought up my daughter in the very best way ever, although that includes being a very spoilt little grandchild of theirs. Now, as she is 6 months away from them, living a new life here in Germany with her mummy, she is my most precious and most "heartaching" (especially when she fights back or being completely stubborn or when I have to scold her for her misbehaving ways) little angel. 


I try to document her every single daily life and growth in photos... ever since she was born right up to the very moment of life. A memory of my little baby´s childhood. She has grown alot and endured more than a child her age should. Parts of it, I feel sorry for.... some things couldn´t be avoided no matter how hard I try.


But now, with our new lives...... she has a new home, new surroundings, and most importantly new friends and family around us.


We do miss home alot, both of us. Miss my parents (her grandparents) - on both sides (my ex and his family too) alot, miss the friends we knew back home and always hang out with, miss the simplicity (well... compared certain things to Europe, we are quite slow paced) of life back home and for me..... the foood! *rofl* Although some may not think so, especially for my part. But I guess... that´s part of life..... I wonder if we would be able to go back for a visit next year or so? Or will things get too haywire to even travel near Malaysia?


Nevertheless........ I have learnt that.... its best to grasp and appreciate the moment. And for us, my daughter and myself, we document most of memories in the forms of our photos :)