A few Saturdays ago, a little girl ran down the stairs, bursting with excitement shouting, "today is the day! I can play soccer today!" This goes beyond it being her first time on the field, my friends. It was the first day we all knew she could get on that field without a trip to the hospital. I could give the very long history of my sweet Pippa's story, but that is not what this post is about. This post is about being the proudest, most humble, and grateful Mummy to see my girl charging the soccer field a few Saturdays ago. Yes, it is a bit sweeter, because it really felt we'd never get here, but we're here. So much so, that that little tiger made the first goal of the season.
My sweet girl, I've accepted the fact that all that turmoil, agony, and pain was worth the moment you made that goal. The beaming smile on your face will forever be in my heart as a reminder that nothing will ever get in your way, Pippety Pop.