"Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words."
- Plautus
It was my birthday on Tuesday, and Pip was the first person to wish me a 'Happy Birthday.' She climbed into bed with me and said, "Mama, you're a very big girl now and I'm going to give you a special book for your birthday." She then handed me the library book that was on my bedside table. "Here you go, Big Girl," she said.
Pip is very gentle. Ever since she learned the word, "caress," she's been giving us lovely little face caresses; I melt every time she takes my face in her wee little hands and gently runs her fingers from my temples to my chin. It's so terribly tender. She gave me one of her signature caresses before we got out of bed, and she once again whispered, "Happy Birthday, Mama," with an old-soul smile.
I remember much about birthdays past; fun parties, great friends, family gatherings, intimate dinners...but I don't recall a finer birthday-morning-greeting. Thank you, Pip.
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