Eight shining years

When Fleur was born, I cried tears of joy, at one I said thanks for her first year and cried, at two and three she made me laugh on a daily basis with the funny things she did, at four I cried when my baby went to school, at five she wondered at the world, at six she became a little girl, at seven she found her voice and attitude... Now she is eight, she will always be my baby girl that makes me ride a roller coaster of emotions.. Happy birthday my little flower you are the light of my life.