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Happy Birthday Precious Girl
Over the transatlantic connection she squealed and gushed about the new cell phone Auntie Collette had given her for her twelfth birthday. Clara sent her first text message yesterday, caught up in the excitement of such a grown-up endeavour. Her actual birthday isn’t until today but it sounded like the entire weekend was a birthday extravaganza, with pizza and a movie with girlfriends on Saturday and chocolate cake and presents on Sunday. And today, lollipop treats for her class at school and more presents promised when she arrives home. Such a great birthday.
It was impossible to imagine this day when she arrived twelve years ago, sixteen weeks premature and struggling for breath. Yet here she is, laughing and speed-talking, whispering secrets and sharing plans.
Happy Birthday precious granddaughter. You have filled my life with twelve years of joy and love. Twelve years…and counting.
