You are eight

Dear Elle.

You are now eight. Although sometimes you tell me that you are three because you know how much i didn't want you to turn eight. The day of your birthday, you even said i could take you to nursery instead of school as you weren't really eight. But you are. And it is ok really. You are just growing up.

Elle, i am so proud of you. I am proud of everything you do. I don't think i could have asked for a more kind and caring daughter. You are so wonderful and so enchanting. At least once a week, we are stopped so that a stranger can tell you how beautiful your hair is. Or your freckles. I love your freckles. I have had to stop counting them now as they are appearing over night. I adore the tiny ones on your forehead.

Your eyes. Some days they are blue, some green, some grey and some turquoise. You have worked out a meaning for each colour and always ask me what colour they and they always match the mood you are in. I think they are magic. I think YOU are magic.

You are doing amazingly well at school. Making everyone around you so proud. You work so hard and you deserve the world. I love to hear you read. I love to read the stories you write. I love to check on you at 10pm and see you fast asleep, surrounded by books and pieces of paper with your stories and writing on. You write letters to the fairies and leave them by your fireplace. You believe in them with you whole heart.

We all love you. Your sister thinks you are the most amazing person in the world. The way you are together and the way you are always helping her and hugging her. You hold her chin and smother her in kisses. I think you both have the most magical bond there ever was.

There is so much i could write about you but i think you are a real life fairy and i am so grateful that you chose me to by your mother. I will always love you more than life it self.

x