Josie, my little firework girl, is 8. I can't even say it seems no time, because so much has happened since, but still, I can hardly believe my littlest girl, my baby girl, is 8 years old.
This year, for perhaps the last time, she still wanted all her presents from our shop; dolls, toy food, a cooking set. By next year, I think things will be different. 8 is the very end of little girl, my last year of a muddlepuddle aged girl.
She is so beautiful, so very, very lovely. I think Josie has my favourite bit of all her sisters tucked in her. Every word I can think of to describe her is positive: sensitive, soulful, stubborn, strong, sensible, supple, slim, singleminded, self-contained. She is a delight, a real delight. Thoughtful, kind, considerate, occasionally stroppy, clever and so totally herself. I couldn't ask for more in the daughter I will, universe willing, end up spending more one to one time with than any of the others.
Happy birthday Josie, my darling, darling girl.