It doesn’t seem like four years since you arrived.
I look back at your tiny crinkled baby feet photos and your one-year old smile,
Your two-year old pigtails.
I think back on this last year as we celebrated you at three,
And look at you now. The laughter and mischief twinkling in your eyes.
A little girl so full of fun.
Oh how you’ve grown, how can it be that time can pass at such a speed?
It disappeared between the pages of your books, between the branches of the trees, in the cups of muddy tea you serve to me.
Time danced on whilst we were dancing and singing and collecting leaves.
And suddenly you’re four.
The fiery, big-hearted fairy princess that I adore.
Happy birthday, little one.