With your brand new Queen Elsa dress on and a smile that would light up the night sky, you placed your hand firmly in mine.
We walked together in silence and anticipation.
Your fourth birthday, a hot topic of conversation for months, had finally arrived.
We had so much fun planning this day, you and I.
We carefully selected party invites (princess of course), negotiated with great seriousness the number of friends you could invite, and pored over cake books to find the perfect one for me to create (a princess castle). Oh and the party bags, you dedicated yourself to that project like a true party planner.
Turning four is all you’ve been able to talk about lately.
You have thought nothing of telling anyone and everyone about your impending party and have ensured all staff at our local supermarket are kept up-to-date with how many sleeps you had to go.
Yesterday afternoon you delighted in announcing to your favourite checkout lady that you weren’t ‘swee’ anymore, you were finally four!
In all of the craziness of late with you and your sister sick and me busy planning your party, I haven’t had a chance to write a birthday letter to you until now. So here it is, albeit a little late.
Happy birthday, my darling four-year-old.
How did you get to be so big and beautiful and clever and funny?
As I watched you laugh and play with your friends over the weekend, I realised you’ve truly left any signs of toddlerhood behind.
I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened. You have seemingly transformed into a proper little girl right before our eyes.
You are increasingly inquisitive about the world around you, whether it’s me teaching you letters and numbers or Daddy teaching you to rock climb. You hungrily take it all in and beg us for more.
Your obsession with princesses shows no sign of waning anytime soon. Virtually everyday you don a princess outfit, heels and tiara, and immerse yourself in an imaginary world of princesses, prince charmings, castles and fairy godmothers.
If you’re not singing Frozen, you’re sitting on the end of your bed brushing your hair while singing Rapunzel’s song. Meanwhile, your collection of imaginary friends grows by the day.
You dance and skip around the house with not a care in the world.
You are kind, caring and loving toward your little sister despite the fact that she is in a biting, hitting and pinching phase and you usually face the brunt of it. You still can’t help but smother that ‘cheeky baby’ with kisses.
We are so lucky, beautiful girl, to have a truly special little soul like you in our lives.
Happy birthday, monkey.
Love Mummy xo
Linking up today with Jess for IBOT.