Dear Baby Girl,
Today is your birthday.
You were our bonus baby. The best surprise I could ever have dreamed of. And until I held you in my arms for the very first time in the small hours of that cold Tuesday morning, I still couldn’t quite believe that you were mine. When your big brother and sisters came creeping in to greet you, it was like you had been with us forever there in The Big Bed.
To be fair, four years later you still mostly inhabit The Big Bed, creeping in for cosy cuddles every single night. But I love it. I love waking up to see you cuddled right next to me. I love how the very first thing you say as you open your sleepy eyes every day is ‘Good morning.’ I can’t imagine you not taking over The Big Bed but if I’m being honest, I know our days are numbered. I know you are growing up way too fast.
You love fire engines, trains and most of all dustbin trucks. We even go home from school the long way home on Fridays to follow the dustbin men through the village then come back home to wait at the kitchen window for them to come down our street. You wave at them until your arm is close to falling off and if they’re not feeling too grumpy and you get a wave back, it is The Best Thing Ever.
Four years old. Where did that time go? It sounds like such a cliché but it has gone in a flash and whilst I wish that I could keep you as my baby forever more, my heart swells with pride when I see you growing into such a funny, confident, happy little girl. And anyway, whether you are four or forty-four, you’ll always be my baby.
Happy birthday my gorgeous girl.
As you would say, I love you more than sausages.
And as I would say, I love you big lumps.