It was your fourth birthday on Friday. Every mother says the same on their child’s birthday but I’m shocked that four years have passed since you came into this world.
You start proper school in September, and, despite you being one of the youngest in the school year, you’re so ready for it. You love learning and have already been moved up a group in nursery for letter sounds. You can regularly be found putting letters together on the fridge at home, or asking what words are when we’re out and about. I think you get your thirst for knowledge from me.
You’re looking forward to being a big sister, though I think you’re getting a little impatient now. You love babies and play so nice with your little cousin H, I can’t wait to see how much you enjoy having a sibling.
You can almost swim! You’ve come so far from that petrified little girl with all the floats on who went to her first lesson in January and refused to let go of the helper’s hands. Now you get grumpy if one of them tries to help you and you jump in the pool without a second thought.
You’re still a daddy’s girl. You can regularly be found whispering together about things that mummy doesn’t need to know or making up your own handshakes. And daddy would never admit it but he secretly loves it when you make him dance round the room when the radio’s on.
You’re far too clever for your own good sometimes. You tell me and daddy off when we do things we shouldn’t and I sometimes wonder if you’re an old lady in a child’s body with some of the things you say. You do make us laugh though.
Happy birthday baby girl. We love you very much.