Today our baby turned seven. Seven. So grown up now, yet still our baby girl. No matter how tall she grows, I will always remember that moment she was placed into my arms, a squishy red-faced ball of love.
And now she is tall and leggy. She rocks a fringe and styles her outfits. She answers back and is smarter than I ever will be. Despite this she will be forever our baby girl – that’s the curse of an only.
We celebrated. There was cupcakes, macarons and cake. There was copious amounts of lollies and candy. They all had their nails done and strutted down a catwalk, proud to show their mums their moves.
Happy birthday Poss – may you continue to make us proud every single day, even on the bad days, ’cause those are the days you try the hardest. We love you, all the way to the moon and back.
I will share photos of the party set up later. We were fortunate enough to have the amazing Nat from Natalie Barnes Photography playing paparazzi, so the photos will no doubt be amazing.
But for now… this is my birthday girl.
(Poss with Lucy, our long suffering but so gentle dog – she also got a turn on the catwalk – that puppy can move!)