My little Lucy,
I look at your face and see pure sunshine, you have this old wild soul that so far no one can tame. You were born on one of the sunniest of days in March. It was hot and clammy, I can still feel the sweat on my palms and how the hospital room smelt. I remember it like it was just yesterday.
And yet, you soon turn one. Such a tiny little number but feels so much bigger this time around. I’m so sad that its the last time we’ll celebrate a first birthday and that it feels like it’s come around far too fast. But I’m so excited to watch you grow into this amazing and kind little human. Theres nothing as important in this world than being kind.
It’s as if we’ve always known you, like you’ve always been here. You’ve filled this little hole that we didn’t know we had and from the moment you arrived we could see exactly who you were going to be.
You are the ruler of the roost.
The wild one.
You have everyone wrapped around your tiny little fingers and they don’t seem to mind one bit. We feel so lucky to have you, our little bonus baby.
Always be kind,