My fingers peeled the giraffe off of the wall, careful not to tear it, and I laid it in my hand, staring at its wide eyes, smiling mouth, and pale orange and brown colours.
I’m sorry friend.
She’s a big girl now.
The minute I found out you existed I knew I wanted you to come home to a room filled with hippo’s and elephants; zebra’s and monkeys; parrots and tigers.
I wanted you to sleep on soft greens and yellows; light blues and browns.
But you are a big girl now.
Over your bed hangs a fairy dancing with butterflies, lady bugs, and bees, instead of the pastel coloured jungle animals you babbled to each night.
Replaced is the tall giraffe eating from his leaf, and in his place are sparkles, explosions of pink, and dress up clothes.
Elephant and tiger have found their way to the bottom of the toy box.
And the babies and Barbie’s are now at the top.
We’ve transformed your room from one with a crib and a rocking chair to one with a bed full of stuffed friends and bright pink blankets.
All of which you adore.
Because you are a big girl now.
But you’ll always be my baby.