If you were a....
..Barbie, you would be Skipper.
..Pretty Pony, you would be Buttercup.
..Disney Princess, you would be Cinderella.
..Flower, you would be a glowing Spring Tulip.
..or a window box bursting Full of cascading Petunias.
You are a brilliant Primary Yellow. A radiant snuggle of Sunshine. A sparkle so blinding, I need sunglasses to absorb your twinkling chatter.
You are softly bouncing, while standing still.
A welcomed, invader of personal space.
The dazzling Rainbow, glowing in our Sky.
You have inherited your Mother's infectious spirit-lifting Joy. Her compassionate, Mother-Hen devotion. You both, are a cloud of shimmering Summer-time Bubbles, at each family gathering.
for shining your warm beam of love,
in our direction.
Happy Birthday, Eight.
We adore you.