Last night I woke up at 4 am, very suddenly, like something had happened. Like a jolt of something had gone through my body. You were there, next to me, sweet breath and sweet dreams. Your daddy was awake too, his senses had been nudged too, he was lying next to you on the other side, and together we were awake until the clock passed 04.44 and it was eight years since you were born. Eight years since you came into our arms and cracked our hearts open with your beautiful soul.
To me, you are magic. You are so much fun and so much wit, you are sass and softness, butterflies and thunderstorms. My wild child, now you are eight, and you hold my heart in all that you are. I love you so.
Happy birthday, Freja!