So tomorrow you will have your day, the day you decided that you wanted to be part of.
We did not chose it, instead we allowed you to decide and you came up with the perfect reason to be allowed to make your communion. A reason that gave no mention to the dress, the fuss, the drama.
A reason that meant we had no choice, because you had thought about it and realised that sometimes it is important to be part of something bigger.
And so tomorrow you will have your way and make your communion, and we could not be prouder.
There are things your friends may have, and you will not, but that’s ok.
Right now, you are happiest in wellies and helping Dad out on the farm.
Right now, you will happily go all day, and all week if you could, without brushing your hair.
Right now,you pay no heed to your appearance and that exactly how it should be, because you are only eight.
So,for tomorrow there was no trip to the beauty salon to get your nails done…because you are eight.
There will be no trip to the hairdresser to get your hair done…because you are eight.
There was no big day out to choose your dress, I chose it for you, because you are only eight.
There will be a window in time when those things become important to you, as they once did for me, but not now, and not for many years…because you are eight.
And when that time comes, to chose a different dress, for a different kind of big day, then we will indulge in the fuss, the hair appointments, the nail salon and we will enjoy every moment. But that day is not tomorrow…because you are only eight.
So enjoy your day my firstborn, the sweetest girl I have ever known. You are so loved, so good, so patient and so kind.
Tomorrow everyone will tell you that you look beautiful, but we know that you are beautiful, from the inside out, and no decorating, no grown up nonsense is required.
Enjoy every moment and know that we could not be prouder.