Four years ago was one of my toughest challenges.
Two months apart while I started our life in Melbourne, two months apart while MrF packed up and sold our life in Edinburgh.
Two months apart from the two loves of my life. Two months missing them so bad it hurt. Two months crying before I slept.
Two months of freedom. Two months of discovering a new city. Two months of going to the gym whenever I felt like it. Two months of working hard to set up a home, find a school, get a job and all the paperwork that comes with life.
Two months until we were together.
Phone calls were shit, it was too upsetting for my baby and me to talk. But there was so much to share.
And then they came. The raw, pure emotion as I saw them for the first time in 62 days that early morning. My weary travelers. Lifting my baby straight over the barrier, holding her like my life depended on it, nuzzling into each other, her gripping me so tight with all her strength, not speaking just holding. Holding the two of them to me, breathing them in. I could have held them in my arms forever.
Later that day as we walked around our new neighbourhood she stood still - moving her little hands up and down me “I’m scanning you” she said “I want to put all of you in my head”.
Four years on.
We are settled, loving our new home, meeting new friends, new hobbies, new paths, new careers, new adventures.
Four years ago it was one of the toughest challenges but the last four years, one of our biggest achievements.