Everyone grows up. Eventually our sculpted sense of individualism forms and shapes from our lessons learned, experiences had and feelings felt. My family always told me that I had grown up too quickly having the life of an average 30 year old man, but I think that some people are just old souls. It was close to summertime and it had been nearly six months since the last time I saw my little Angel, but I couldn’t help but remind myself how much longer it could have been, the circumstances being the best of a worse situation, I now was looking forward to two whole months with my daughter. As the days to her arrival grew closer I slowly filled with nervousness and excitement as I went through the motions of setting up a child's paradise consisting of Disney bed sheets, teddy bears dotted around the place, and an abundance of toys neatly arranged waiting to be dispersed around the living room floor. Before I knew it the day had come, nervous and dry mouthed I joined the crowed surrounding the only gate in Kerry airport and waited, then like a person arriving home to find a secret but expected surprise party, my emotions intensified as six months of growth walked sturdily through caught sight of me and smiled. Adjusting was quick, never being the kind of person to enforce routine it naturally took its own place consisting of a little voice early in the morning requesting breakfast which would be followed by a well structured day. Although the environment was nearly an exact opposite of the concrete jungle of London, entertainment was still in abundance from magical fairy walks through woodland parks to pebble beach walks down the pier and nearest beaches. The occasional trip to the playground was also had but nearly always included an ice cream due to the strategic locating of super value. The weather was mostly poor for the two months. However there was one day in particular that I reckon my little girl won’t forget, a glorious day a