In A few short hours, my daughter will officially be nine years old. She wants to grow up faster, always pushing ahead to the next new privilege, another bit of freedom. I keep trying to slow her down, because she’s a terrific kid and I want her to revel in it.
My daughter is a sunny, bouncy dynamo. She’s a reader, a skier, an artist, and a loyal friend. She has an imagination that populates her world with fairies and magic of all sorts. She’s tall and strong and beautiful with a happy freckled face. She’s confident and smart, up for challenges and eager for adventures.
So happy birthday Tigger, my dear child, my eldest, my trailblazer. May your nine-year-old year be wonderful. Run fast, jump high, and be your own spectacular self. Never, ever, let anybody squash your spirit. Remember that I love you. Always have, always will.
Nine is the perfect age for you. Enjoy every single minute of it.