Tuesday, February 06, 2007


When I have said my evening prayer,
And my clothes are folded on the chair,
And Mother switches off the light,
I'll still be seven years old to-night.

But from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the greyness turns to gold,
To-morrow I'll be eight years old.

Eight kisses when I wake,
Eight candles on my cake!

-Lucy Betty McRaye
from A Little Book of Rhymes New and Old, circa 1940

Sunburst has not been able to contain herself all day. Tomorrow she'll be turning eight. EIGHT!? It seems so old... how on earth did she get to be eight already?!


  1. Happy Birthday to you!
    Happy Birthday to you!
    Happy Birthday dear Sunburst!
    Happy Birthday to you!

  2. Happy Birthday! I hope is was all she dreamed of. And I'm with you on the "how did we get here so fast?" thoughts. Sophine is only a few months behind...

  3. We love our Sunburst so much...Happy, happy 8th year!! This is a big year, isn't it?!

  4. That is the sweetest poem! Happy birthday.


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