My only daughter, and my youngest, clings desperately on to single figures. And is nine today. Happy birthday, my wee button!
Back in the colonies, I used to get her birthday off every year. That was always a bonus.
Time flies, and faster as you get older. She is now nine? I can remember the day she was born, much as I remember the day all my progeny were born. How did this happen? Where did all the time go?
Regardless of how I notice time, my daughter is growing up wise, pretty, clever and funny. But sometimes with a tongue on her like her mother. Of course, I have already seen the shadows of what will happen when she gets to that certain age I amn’t thinking about yet, mayhaps it would be better for me to leave home for those years.
But I don’t have to think of that yet. She is still, and always will be, my wee girl.
Pass on “Happy Birthday” from me to her.
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aendr
Sat 17 Mar, 7:47PM