Today (2nd of July) is my goddaughter's first birthday. Her foetus nick-name is Pika (or Pikachu), much like how mine is Giffy.
Pika so wanted me there when she was born that her mother went into labour the night that Beau and I arrived to stay for a few days. I convoyed to the hospital behind Pika-mum and Pika-dad. I hung out in the hospital room chatting to Pika-mum until she got to 6cms and decided that I should get out. I was the fourth person to hold Pika and first to dress her. When Pika-mum and Pika-dad got married, I was the one who held Pika during the wedding ceremony.
It's killing me a little bit to be so far away from Pika and her mum. I know Pika-mum misses me too. We text or email most days. Just little things about what we are up to. I've received little vids showing Pika *walking* and doing *action dances*. I see pics of her eating pepperoni and at the pool with her dad. I rang them the other day and Pika was given the phone and she actually made noises at me (normally when people give small children the phone to talk to me they say nothing).
I'm thinking about her so much and how much she has grown and changed in the past year. Her mum and I agree that she is a huge show pony and takes after her aunty Giffy. I hope they enjoy the present I've sent them.
I'm also thinking lots about my other July babies and parents. Love to you all in Kiwiland!
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