seventh year

Beautiful Girl, how is it seven years since you entered our lives? Seven years that feels like a lifetime and yet only a moment.

This year perhaps more than any other you have grown and changed. You are no longer such a little girl but always our baby. And somehow it has just happened. Suddenly older, suddenly growing. Your baby face hides behind those bright eyes…I still see it there.

Such a dear, dear girl full of generosity and kindness. Sharing of your great or of your little, making the peace, offering a smile full of heart. You slip a hand in mine, an arm over your shoulder, stroke a baby cheek, snuggle a little brother.

You are unique and special and wonderful. From your outrageously wonderful sense of fashion: jewelry, stripes, skirts and leggings, always leggings. You are a little mother, always aching, moaning, begging to help with the babes. Daddy’s little charmer, pulling that sideways smile, that twinkle in your eye, the batting of eyelashes. The horse, the piggy back, the mama in so many games. The dancer, the princess, the good sport and the gracious winner.

And as I struggle to write this I realize I struggle because you are so intangibly you – that look, that smile, that style, that laugh, that joy. It’s all so wonderfully you, Amalia.

So full of love, so full of life, you bring a flavour all your own to our lives.

Happy Birthday, lovely.