This morning Al got up with the kids so I could get a bit more sleep. Lying in bed and listening to Lola, a thought occurred to me. I heard her footsteps. Never leisurely walking, but pounding the floor as she ran up and down the house. I heard her voice. Never talking but shouting with excitement. I heard her delighted shrieks of laughter when she found Elmo where Daddy had hidden him last night, peeking out of her doll’s house window. The thought that occurred to me was this. When she gets up in the morning, every day is Christmas, or her birthday. To her, every day is full of promise and excitement. How wonderful it must be to feel that way. I realise that she doesn’t really need parties and big presents to make life magical for her. Because it already is. I know somewhere along the way we all lose some of that magic so I must encourage and nurture it for as long as I can, for I am truly blessed to have this amazing, happy little girl in my life.