Showing posts with label Ainsley Cahill. Show all posts
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23 October, 2008

Aunty Bunny, round 4!

Claire Violet Cahill, welcome to this crazy world and even crazier fambily!

We love you to squishy tiny pieces already, and are glad you look like your Mummy! And rest assured - your big sister Shelby will get over you being cute and tiny and stealing all her attention and love you better than anyone. I yelled that my favourite was ugly too!

Love,
Aunty Bunny

21 October, 2008

Congratulations, my Soundwaves!
You my babies deserved all the awards, but three is not shabby at all.
Also Uncle Murray. Like you need anymore tokens of your awesomeness though? Really.

That's the most important thing I have to say. It's not what anyone wants to hear from me at the moment, I am well aware of that. But I'd like to keep some things to myself right now. It's rare... it's new, and it's the new standard. I appreciate the concern, but please don't try to find your way in. I need time with myself and my family if anything is going to improve.

Things are okay. Up and down, but getting steadily better. Today is 12 days, and I am proud of that - it's harder than you can imagine for some of us. My brothers come and see me a lot, and my sisters when they can. My Mum stays close. We have another little Laine (a Cahill model, limited edition) coming in a few days and I am excited for her arrival. I have Baby Dior shoes for her. I'm having a tea party with my best friends sometime soon, and I have a new plushy pet. An elephant, he is fat and named Chunk, and stuffed with lots of love. I'm planning a trip to Japan and spending Christmas with my family and my best friend, on the beach. I'd rather focus on the up than the down.

I have the best friends and family in the world and I don't know what I'd do without them. You know who you are... and thank you. We'll all get through this.

09 April, 2008

To my family:

I’m sorry I didn’t turn out how you had hoped. I’m sorry I taught you things you had no business knowing. I’m sorry I called you a bitch. I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I played favourites and put you against one another. I’m sorry I slept with your roommate. I’m sorry I tried to send you back, more than once. I’m sorry I don’t know your kids. I’m sorry for never being good enough for you. I’m sorry for being a shitty role model. I’m sorry I ruined tequila for you. I’m sorry I laughed when you panicked over exams. I’m sorry I can’t come back. I’m sorry for the broken bottles. I’m sorry for screwing up. I’m sorry for getting lost out here. I’m sorry I ruined our vacation. I’m sorry for picking on you endlessly. I’m sorry I don’t know you better. I’m sorry for feeding your goldfish to the wallaby. I’m sorry I stole your favourite pants. I’m sorry for missing your graduation. I’m sorry I never had one myself. I’m sorry for getting drunk at your wedding. I’m sorry I never listened. I’m sorry I don’t know you better, either. I’m sorry I can’t support you in this. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I let you down, too. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I changed.

Someday, I hope I can make it up to you. I love you, all of you.

Love,
Aubrey