You were born. A babe. A culmination of 9 months of anticipation.
And your arrival on this planet, was enough to cause immediate celebration.
Mother, father, everyone rejoiced till their hearts exploded.
And sent enough gifts and cards the car home was loaded.
You’d done nothing, not even fishing or drinking. You certainly weren’t royalty.
Common beauty, of sorts – a squidgy, smooshed-up wrinkly, floppy face of purity.
You were a new manifestation of all that had gone before.
New possibilities. A new future. And promise of so much more.
A generation of re-generation.
Perfect. A miracle. Creation!
The birth day, eventually, brought you to me.
And so it’s always a day to celebrate destiny.
Even when you don’t have the happy mood or will.
Awesome Babe… Always have, always will, love you still xx