My dearest darling Vada,
There is nothing...
not one thing...
not one single item...
nothing tangible, physical, home made, store bought, handed down item that I can give to you that expresses just how I love you.
I have thought for a long time now what I can get you as a special gift to celebrate this momentous occasion. I have even resorted to asking other mummies and close friends to see if they could think of the perfect thing...something that you can keep and remember as your 'special' gift. The thing that reminds you in years to come that you had a loving, caring, happy childhood. But there simply is nothing!
Sure, we got you a few little presents...presents that I'm sure you will love and enjoy and create cute memories with (I can't go into any further details about them now though as it is not officially your birthday until 9:51am tomorrow). But in time, they will be lost, or broken, or drawn all over, and they will lose some of their 'special-ness' and I wouldn't ever get you something that I put up high in a cupboard that you can't appreciate and enjoy and create those memories with.
I looked and I looked, I promise I looked...I looked high and low, far and wide, I searched all the corners of my brain and my heart for a brilliant idea...
And then I stopped looking for this illusive perfection of a gift!
It doesn't exist!
Because the only thing I can give you that won't be tarnished is my love.
So you see my angel...this is my gift to you...
my love
my time
my attention
my wisdom, for when you know no better
my strength, for when you are down trodden
my comfort, for when you are sick or sad
but most of all my love!
I will love you with every breath in me.
the kind of love that has no conditions,
the kind that is firm yet soft and gentle.
You are my sunshine,
you make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know exactly how I love you,
please don't ever go away.
Happy Birthday Vada cakes,
Love mummy.
