Dear Blossom, now you are six you are as clever as clever and just like A.A. Milne, I kind of think you should stay six for ever and ever! But I mustn’t be selfish and keep you all to myself now should I? After all, age is a blessing that is denied to so many so I shall instead be brave and embrace each new stage and welcome each new age and let you grow into that young lady I already get glimpses of you becoming. Oh what a sweetheart she will be! Dear Bubbles, being four is such a wonderful age to be, in fact I think it may be my favourite of all the ages. I love the little hands that are often found in mine, the tender kisses that want me to feel loved, the complete and utter silliness that fills our bellies with laughter, the honest, unedited words, spoken straight from the heart and the sweet moments of whimsy that appear before me like magic. I love you all the way up to heaven and around the island too, dear girl. Dearest Daughters, may you be this sweet and lovable and perfect forever. Try to hold on to your whimsy and I’ll try to hold on to your hands.