Seven years ago my daughter was born!
I know that every year I’ll say this but I really don’t know where the time has gone. My daughter was tiny when she was born, with big feet (surely an indicator she won’t be vertically challenged like her mother?). She cried, a lot. She also smiled, a lot. Her hair stuck up in the air waving at everyone as we walked past making others smile too.
Now that she is seven she no longer cries a lot and her hair doesn’t stick up in the air what with it hanging half way down her back Rapunzel style. Her feet are still big (one of the tallest in the class and still lots more growing to do) and she still makes us smile, a lot. So this year’s cake was a Rainbow Cake, seven colours for seven colourful years. Happy Birthday to our gorgeous, funny, clever T.