Today my darling girl you turn four, your daddy and I hang on to every last moment and trace of the babyness in you. It swells our heart with pride and love that we created such a glorious, free spirited human being in you.
You're daddy's little girl and mumma's little vintage princess. You have special little finger waves for just your daddy and you gush over pretty old things with your mumma, you love treasures and you say thanks it's vintage darling when I tell you I like your dress.
You ask me when some of my treasures will be yours, and I tell you they'll be yours one day when you're big. Then I stop a minute and watch you, and every day you're getting bigger, stronger, fiercer and more independent before our very eyes.
You don't wish for the latest toys on television for your birthday, oh no not at all. The things you wish for don't live on the shelves of everyday toy shops. Instead we hear:
"I'd like a pogo stick to boing-aronia everywhere into trees."
"I'd like fairy dust to make everyone fly as well as houses."
"I'd like some real life keys so I can open treasure boxes."
You appreciate the smallest of smallest gestures and big ones too, with the sweetest of pleases and thank yous. You skip, dance and twirl about your days in a wonderland of imagination and places in your head.
You're simply breathtaking and soul healing.
Happy birthday my sweet vintage princess.
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