I remember those days, those halcyon days, wrapped warmly with you and that big, gentle dog…sitting by the fire…dreaming as you slept.
I remember them like they were yesterday…the sound of the fire…the smell of your downy hair…the way your fingers unfurled when I touched your cheek. The way my heart felt…as though cannons were fired from within.
You are almost grown now…it was not yesterday.
Today you are fifteen years old. You’re better than those dreams I dreamed, you know.
And the cannons…the cannons are still firing, Kate.
Happy fifteenth birthday baby girl…