my baby girl

I don't feel i did justice to Eva's birthday the other day. The whole week was so full of events that now i read back on my post I really did'nt let her know how I feel. (I hope in this age of technology she will be reading this as a teenager..). You are a world away from the person I first looked upon that emotional day at the hospital. 3! my god.
I thankyou Eva for making me who I am. As a three year old, you are old enough to share you passions with me, your fears, your love of all things tiny but life making! Your days are filled with swimming, bike riding, cutting, drawing (or 'working' 'busy' as you say and fill note books with your 'writing'). You have written your name for the first time. You can read alot of letter in the alphabet, and will stop me at any chance- numbers on a car park, street sign- to find out what they are. I watch you go about your activities and you are so happy just being with me, and now pip, that my days could not be more content. At night you will sleep snuggled in tight, and I confess I love it that way too.
'look at me mummy' has replaced 'but why?' as you display great balance and sometimes a surprising lack of fear... I waicth you with the slightly older girls on the street and even though your bike has training wheels you must leave it on its side, 'just like they do'. You crack me up when you tell your grandad why he cant hear with such big ears, and as you climb onto the blind society dog after putting money in it waiting for it to move. We have such fun racing around the shops and you are so patient with me when I am 'grumpy mum' You made me cry the other day as you gave me wild flowers to 'cheer me up'. I thankyou my bunny girl for making every day a joy, and letting life take its course through a hundred small daily happenings in the discovery of life and how you see it. xx