OMG, you’re such a beautiful girl.
You weren’t even three when I was diagnosed with cancer. You’d just turned four when I sadly left your world. Now you’re six. Six years old, I truly can’t believe it.
A six-year-old girl isn’t meant to have dealt with their own mother’s illness and death for half of their life. Nobody deserves a start like that.
But somehow, you are thriving. Thriving beyond measure.
If you keep blossoming like I’ve seen you mature this year then no setback will ever prevent you from being whoever you choose to be. You will shatter any goal you set.
Your happiness and perpetual excitement keep my star burning the brightest in the galaxy.
I burn bright for you.
I know you often think of me as a star, a fairy or an angel. I am all of those things. I am the energy around you that keeps you smiling.
You talk about me every day and you do it with pride. You are thinking about me all the time. That is all I need to keep my spirit glowing.
I did fear you not remembering me in my final months but now I know you will never forget me. I am your mother. Always.
I am so proud of you.
Happy birthday beautiful girl.
Love your Mumma.
PS: I love your new room. Just so you know, I helped your daddy with that.