Isn't it funny how memories determined themselves as important or special. You don't ask for this to happen but something just glues them to your brain. Same with sad or bad memories I suppose.
A special memory for me is when I brought Elli home from hospital after her birth.
Secretly, I had known that she was going to be a girl but I didn't discuss this thought with even Kev, I didn't want to jinx it. I did want a girl you see. Who doesn't when they already have a boy? (If you have two boys you must admit that somewhere down in the bottom left hand corner of your heart there was a little hope of a girl?)
When she was born and I was told what the sex was, I don't think it registered. It wasn't until a few weeks later when I was holding her in my arms in her nursery whe the love and realisation washed over me. It was dark and the moonlight was peeping through the curtains creating a glow on her chubby face. I remember saying over and over again, "you are a girl".