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Jorja's Birthday

Dear Jorja,

You are now 10 years old. Double digits , as the Grannies would emphasise when I was younger.

Just days old


So, what does this mean?

Well, it means you've been given the gift of life for 10 years already! Some have gone by in a blur and others have stuck in your mind for longer. Don't take any one of those days for granted.

It means that you are growing up - learning more and knowing more. And hopefully using that knowledge to make wise decisions. Now, when asked to choose between knowledge or wisdom, always choose wisdom!  

It means that you have reason to celebrate; who you are, where you've been and what you've done. You often choose the path less travelled and don't seem to feel alone on the journey. You are braver than you know.

It means that you don't have to change who you are, to be loved.

Jorja Sarah, 10 years old

We love watching you paint and craft, bake and dance, snuggle up with a book and ride your bike (albeit at too high speeds sometimes). We quietly observe you grappling with feelings of disappointment and frustration, trying to control outbursts and demands. We are so proud of you when you decide to do what is right. We are so grateful for all the help you offer us, as you learn about responsibilities and try and set a good example for your younger siblings.

You will always be, our favourite first born. Ha ha ha!

We love you Jorja. And we hope that you enjoyed your Blue-fairy lit-Indian cuisine-and-chocolate cake-birthday celebration.







Love from Dad and Mom xx



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