On Thursday 2nd January 2014, when we had our twelve week scan for our first baby, I decided to take a photo every day. That's right. Every day. This new, wonderful chapter that I had dreamed of was about to happen and I was not going to let it pass me by. I'm not a massive fan of getting in photos but I knew that if I didn't do this, I couldn't turn the clock back.
I'll hasten to point out that I don't in any way regret my decision to be a mother. This is not a "what a mistake" type thought. Indeed, I truly wouldn't have it any other way and if I went back in time I'd still have sex with my idiot ex-husband at the same time on the same day to make sure that the exact same little human was produced from that union. That doesn't take away my understanding however.
I have a mirror that my grandmother made, books that were my mothers, a cardigan knitted by my aunt. I have trinkets and jewellery, bits and pieces about the place, some with material value and others just sentimental, all of which serve to remind me of my past and where I came from, things which I keep mainly for their worth just to me.