1.3.2017 | Filippa Mae | 1

To my darling baby girl,

Today you’re no longer a baby anymore. I know that young people, like you, always want to be older and wiser. How 10 sounds like magic when you’re 4 or 30 sounds like serious shit when you’re 10. I know. But I am way over that 30’s now and I can tell you that growing up is nothing fancy. It’s normal. It’s something that just happens because life is made that way. So please, don’t hurry. I know you want to run after your sister and play along with her or tell us how you feel with thousand words or drink wine and eat spicy food. And you will. In a while. But for now, you’re still my baby. With cheeks to die for, eyes so gentle and kind and the best wet openmouthed kisses. Your smell is my guilty pleasure, your body weight is my workout and your you is my luck. And we’ll celebrate that today. Big time. Happy first birthday baby girl!

Love! Mama

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