My beautiful Elsie bird, that thoughtful face gazing out of granny’s window and pointing at the little blackbirds in the tree opposite. Her chubby baby wrists, the way she stands admiring her reflection in the old mirror saying “me mama, meeeee!” The corduroy dungarees I dress her in so often on these chilly winter days. Her golden curls, I only recently trimmed it into a bob and kept the cuttings in an envelope to put in our memory box. So many changes this past year for our littlest bebe, she has bloomed into such an affectionate and funny little girl, always giggling, often wanting to sit on my lap and cuddle up for a story or get me to chase her around the kitchen. Happiest when on two feet in her wellies splashing in muddy puddles or feeding the ducks, she is easily pleased and easily pleases. I love her so very much.