Six years ago, I was waiting for my baby to be born. And now here we are. My angel, my princess, my baby is all grown up. It’s been a long time since she was a baby. But she’s still MY baby.
My baby is tall, nearly as tall as her big brother’s friends.
My baby has a gappy jigsaw of a mouth with four teeth missing and two new ones grown.
My baby reads fluently and with expression. She will tell you proudly she ‘reads Jacqueline Wilson now’.
My baby has a sense of humour – intentional and unintentional – and loves to make us all laugh.
My baby cares for her friends and looks after them.
My baby gives as good as she gets and will fight her brothers when necessary.
My baby swims like a fish and dances like an angel (from the streets).
My baby takes life seriously and tries her best in everything she does.
My baby has ‘the fourth longest hair in school’.
My baby is starting to forget about all the things that were important to her when she was at nursery.
My baby likes singing and is liable to break into ‘I’m sexy and I know it’ at the table.
My baby will be 6 tomorrow. My baby may be growing up, but she is still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Happy birthday, my angel.