Morgan

Oh my quirky crazy funny pixie child. How I wish I could see inside your head sometimes. I truly have no idea, none at all, what you are thinking. Those moments when you stare and stare and I wonder what those blue eyes see. Those sudden sunny smiles. Your cackle of glee over the smallest thing. You are just perfect.

Did you know my very first online journal entry was your birth story? Five years and I still remember the magic of lifting your body from the pool and cradling you, so overwhelmed with loving you it didn't even occur to me to wonder if you were a girl or a boy! Your wet slippery tiny self, all vernixy and soft, cradled to my chest... You were purest joy to me. You still are.

Blossoming. Absolutely blossoming. Each year coming more into your own. I don't know how to describe you, how to find the words. I don't know how to put words around my hopes and dreams for you. Just keep right on being yourself. Precious bright unique carefree steady serene innocent girl.

Happy happy happiest birthday to you, little one. xxx