The passing of time

When this photo was taken, Little Planet was barely 30 minutes old, born after an emergency c-section but looking very well despite it all. Yesterday, we took her to her preschool induction, barely 3 years old. She'll start officially there this September. Next September, 2012, she'll start primary school, barely 4 years old. She's been in our lives just three years and I simply cannot imagine my life without her now.

Absolutely, the deepest, most intense love I've ever experienced.

Please excuse this most indulgent and sentimental post...

Random shots...

... from recent weeks. Building storage shelves for our understair cupboard:

Driving the double decker bus at the London Transport Museum in Covent Garden:

New shelves for Little Planet's toys in one corner of our living room:

An afternoon of Rabindranath Tagore songs at the Tagore Centre, North London:

Homemade pizzas and a mozzarella and tomato salad for dinner one evening:

Homemade pistachio biscuits with ice cream and strawberries for dessert:

Little Planet made a pirate ship (with a little help from her dad) at the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich:

Little Planet helped Mr Planet make oat biscuits on a very wet Sunday:

Plotting out the final few chapters of my novel:

We've enjoyed a few meals out:

We've enjoyed a few rounds of croquet in the garden:

A warm Ottolenghi salad of butter beans, feta cheese, sumac, garlic and parsley for lunch:

A boat trip down the River Thames. Little Planet pretended to steer:

Three years old

Today!