Tuesday, July 26, 2011


My baby turned ten yesterday. No more single digit children. My parents have ten grandchildren. They are all now over a decade old.

The transition from infant to girl flew by. Ten years, I blinked and when I opened my eyes a decade was gone.

Ten years ago a little girl arrived at 1:55am on a Tuesday morning. I wanted to sleep but she was ready to enter the world. She continued to cry and not let me sleep for the next six months. She wouldn't sleep through the night without me for another seven years.

Hilde loves to snuggle and given the chance would still sleep as close to me as possible. This means no sleep for me, so she doesn't get the chance unless we are on vacation.

Hilde is my peacemaker. She would rather be kind than right.

Hilde loves animals. This is a tragedy because her sister, mother and father are allergic to most animals and Hilde is allergic to none. She wants to be a veterinarian and if she can conquer math, I am sure she will be.

Hilde only wears skirts and dresses. The only pair of pants she owns are riding pants. She only wears them because her love of horses is greater than her hatred of pants. She points out that in the "olden days" girls did everything in skirts and so can she.

Hilde loves jewelry and she loves to window shop. This birthday her special experience was shopping at fancy and fun stores in OKC. I think Daniel was glad he didn't have to go and I think Hilde was glad dad wasn't there to say things like, "That is a ridiculous waste of money." Instead she got to ooh and aah over things we couldn't afford and it was fun for the three Perrin girls to peruse.

Hilde loves music. She plays violin and she hums and sings all the time. If she is not humming or singing she is talking because she is my extrovert and she needs to be with people and talk things over out loud. I wonder where she gets that?

Hilde also loves to read my blog. She thinks it is good. This is why I keep her around. She has asked me twice if I have blogged about her birthday yet.

Hilde loves poetry. She decided a few years ago to begin to memorizing different pieces. Her favorite and first memorization was Hope is a Thing with Feathers. It fits Hilde perfectly.

Apparently, when Maeve turned ten I gave her a card with a poem. Hilde reminded me that she needed a poem for her birthday this year. You get a poem when you turn ten.

Here is Hilde's birthday poem. It is by Christina Rossetti:

A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird

Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;

My heart is like an apple-tree

Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;

My heart is like a rainbow shell

That paddles in a halcyon sea;

My heart is gladder than all these

Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;

Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

Carve it in doves and pomegranates,

And peacocks with a hundred eyes;

Work it in gold and silver grapes,

In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;

Because the birthday of my life

Is come, my love is come to me.

A classic poem for a classic little girl.

Happy Birthday Hilde girl.

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