Having a birthday so close to Christmas means that you end up with a 5 – 6 day long celebration. You don't a always see everyone on the big day so in dribs and drabs people catch up and more pressies are opened and more cakes are made and then Christmas creeps up and more pressies and more cakes and more people to kiss and cuddle. We do the big birthday day though, just the five of us, together, every year.
Last week my free ranging chicken turned twelve. Twelve is such a magical age. Not a child and not a woman. Starting high school, hormones racing, identity fully emerged, conscious of friendships and relationships with different people and really being ready to sink into exactly who you are.
She is our first born and I used to spend a lot of time thinking about the type of person she would become and about our influence on her as parents. I should never have worried. This girl has strength. She is as kind and honest with the people blessed enough to know her. Her carefree and fun-loving spirit is felt when she enters a room. People want to know her, you can see it in their eyes, they want to be around her energy, around her smile and emanating warmth. She is amazing, and her birthday was spent laughing, smiling, running, jumping, bouncing, and in side splitting hysterics, in true honour of who she really is …..
I truly feel blessed in knowing her.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday Sweetie, her baby pic is preciousness xxx
oh i have always loved that photo of you two.... i still cant believe it either! ohh i hate ive missed 4 years of it.
much love
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