I awoke this morning to something different. I didn’t remember going to bed wearing make-up, but there I was, rouged to the hilt, lip and cheek alike. My eyes shone with glittered green, my fingernails radiated the dawn. My 4 year old daughter smiled and asked… would you like breakfast Daddy? A foreshadowing of the joy I imagine my daughter will bring. Roll on the 12th August.