Engagements, Moving And The Realisation That My Baby Is All Grown Up

Handmade centrepieces for an engagement
It’s been a bit of an odd time here at The Barefaced Chic HQ. We’ve had the unbelievably good news that Rachel (my daughter, Andrew’s step-daughter) is now the proud owner of a rather lovely engagement ring, Andrew is about to start an exciting new position and we’ve decided that my yearning for Wales isn’t just a flash of homesickness so we’re probably packing up and moving back there. All in all, that’s quite a chunk of life change for my slightly overstuffed brain to take in.

Not that I’m adverse to change; in fact the thought of a ‘normal’ life kind of scares the pants off me. I tried it once, and it just about broke me. So what is it that’s making my brain say, “Good luck, I’m out of here!” — the realisation that my baby is all grown up.

Now this shouldn’t come as a shock –ย  she’s been living an independent life since the age of eighteen, she has her own business as a cake artist (she made all the cakes in the pics below) and she is one of the most mature twenty-two year old’s on the face of the planet. Yet there was a moment during her engagement party when it hit me square between the eyes; she is a woman.

I’m not sure exactly when this happened, for years now I’ve thought of her as ‘my girl’. But it was not a girl that fluttered from table to table during her party, effortlessly socialising with her guests. It was not a girl that proudly held out her hand for all to admire her engagement ring. It was not a girl that danced with me, happiness shining from her smile. It was a woman.

And I am so proud. Proud of the woman she has become, proud of the choices she has made in life, proud of how hard she works, proud that she has chosen to spend her life with a wonderful man who will love her the way she deserves.ย And yes, of course I know she is a woman, yet there is a part of me that will always think of her as a girl —ย  ‘my girl’.

Scrabble tiles spelling the word engaged.

Ruffled ombre effect wedding cake.

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Close up of ruffles on the cake.

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Engagement cake made by A Taste of Wonderland

Close up of sugarcraft flower
Close up of sugarcraft beading.

Mini cakes

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Match books wrapped as wedding favours.

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Mini cakes
Small cakes
Sweetie bar
Sweetie bar bags

Rachel and Ross at their engagement

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The happy couple kissing

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Me taking a photograph of the happy couple.

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Judging by the pics below, maybe ‘my girl’ is still a child at heart after all. And you know what? That kind of makes me proud too ๐Ÿ™‚

Making silly faces.

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Young people having fun.

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Here’s to being, and staying young at heart.

5 Comments

  1. Charli
    October 19, 2015 / 7:33 pm

    Congratulations to your lovely daughter! And to you as well on ‘gaining a son!’ My oldest is 18, and I have no idea what I will do when he finally moves out let alone gets married! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • October 19, 2015 / 8:13 pm

      Thanks Charli! Yep, I’m one lucky mum – Ross, Rachel’s fiance is an absolute gem. I’ve just written a post about ’empty nests’ so watch this space ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Charli
    October 19, 2015 / 7:34 pm

    Oh, and I forgot to add that I desperately want to fall face down in those gorgeous, gorgeous cakes!!

    • October 19, 2015 / 8:14 pm

      They were sooooo good!!! I’m staying with my daughter at the moment and her bakery is part of the house. The smell of cakes cooking all day is to die for!

  3. July 9, 2019 / 7:47 pm

    this is lovely! cakes look gorgeous

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