Today is my princess's 20th birthday.
She is my youngest and came along after two boys. When I was pregnant I remember thinking how noisy the house would be if it was another boy. When she was born the doctor said "it's a girl" and her father said "are you sure?" and raced to the other end to check. "Thank God" he said – "we don't have to do this again".
Her brothers (about 5 and 3) were thrilled at the prospect of a new toy to play with and whenever I put her down and turned away they would be right there ready to poke and prod to see what sort of noises this toy emitted. They also discovered what fun it could be to almost launch her from the bouncinette.
She was a tough little thing but she is such a softie now. The sight of a less fortunate person or some injustice will make her cry. Her favourite movie of the last few years is The Pursuit of Happyness which she has seen more than 10 times and she cries every time. I once took her to the movies to see a Lassie film and we had to leave because she would not stop crying so loudly it was disturbing other people.
But she can also swear like a trooper at her brothers and packs a powerful punch.
I have not seen her since March 2008 which was when I was last at home. She attempts to worry me by sending photographs of herself like this one – these are not her brothers: