Baby.

Baby. Today you have been born, at 6.35 pm. We don't know your name and we don't know how much you weigh, but you're here. You were quick, your mummy was brave and strong and your daddy was calm. We are all so excited.

Today has been normal. I worked from home, I spoke to my colleagues and I avoided the news from America; I'm glad you were two days late, because you don't have to be known as the baby who was born the day Donald Trump became president. My mum, your Gaga, and me made the Christmas cake and listened to Christmas music. It's a tradition that you'll be a part of one day soon; it means Christmas is coming. You're not a Christmas baby, but you feel like one.

Your daddy is wonderful.

Today, your family is spread out across the world. You're lucky enough to have three Grampas; one is your mummy's dad and he's waiting to see you. One is mine and your daddy's dad, and he'll fly from Turkey to see you soon. One is your Auntie Emily's dad and he's in Milan until tomorrow; he'll meet you soon too.

Your great Auntie Kimmie and Uncle Ian are in Australia. When they meet you, you could be almost a year old, toddling around on your little feet, playing with your best friend, Nacho. But they love you and they'll see you as soon as they can.

You are so loved, little girl. You will be surrounded by love and light and you will bring us all so much joy. Your parents are so proud and so strong and brave. Remember, baby, to always love and appreciate them. From now, you are their world. You will grow and they will teach you everything you need to know about the world, and your big big family will be here to guide you. I'm driving to see you now, baby. I am so thrilled you are here. Be ever graceful and ever kind, and live your life with love.

Nothing compares to you.

10th October 2016.