You are quite the girly girl. Your wardrobe is an explosion
of pinks and purples. You watch Barbie, Life in the Dreamhouse too often. A new
pair of shoes can make your day. Like your mother, truly.
You consider Nicolas your best friend. Friend one minute, enemy
the next. Liam is your ‘big bro’. You consider him an authority. Any rule
that Liam says, you happily adhere to. Facetime with your dad is something you love to do.
You miss him too much when he is away for work.
You are growing up. There was a period of time when you
decided to sleep in your bed, in your own room. I felt like throwing a party
for that. Well, until you’ve decided you’d rather sleep in between your
parents. Weaning you from co-sleeping is still a work-in-progress.
At times, you’d adapt a British accent from watching too
much Peppa Pig on TV. Other times, it’s Spanish because you love Dora the
Explorer also. You say ‘tummy ink’, instead of ‘tummy ache’. Tummy ache, by the
way, is your code for “I need a lolly, pronto”. Drives me crazy.
The other day, you woke me up and said, “mummy let’s snuggle
under the blankie”. I think that was my favourite part of the day. I love you
like crazy.
Happy birthday, my love.
Birthday photos here