When my daughter was expecting her first child, we both knew it would be a girl. Gill didn’t ask the ultra sound technician, we just knew and waited until the day baby arrived.
She arrived on May 8th, 2000. She was adorable and I was honoured to be in the birthing suite when she made her appearance. When she was pronounced a girl, Gill and I just looked at each other and smiled.
She had a lusty cry, and was determined to make herself heard. Crying all through the procedures that nurses have to complete before handing the child to her parents for the first time. Finally, the nurses wrapped her in a blanket and she was handed to her father.
“Hello, Olivia” he said, “I’m Daddy”.
She stopped crying, and looked up with her big, beautiful eyes at this man. She has worshipped him ever since. As she became a toddler her wispy hair became beautiful thick curls, her complexion, roses and cream. Today, on her ninth birthday, it is obvious what a beautiful person she is. Not just physically, but inside. She is thoughtful, sensitive, artistic, and has a delightful sense of humour. She is intelligent, and asks questions that show she is a deep thinker. She is also a carefree and happy child. We are blessed.
When she was about three I bought this print, it is framed and hanging in our home. To me it is the spirit of Olivia.
Happy Birthday Sweet Olivia, I am proud to be your Nana.. xox
‘Take the Fair Face of Woman,
and Gently Suspending,
Flowers, and Jewels Attending,
Thus Your Fairy is Made of Most Beautiful Things…..’
Sophie Gengembre Anderson (1823-1903)