Nell is 13 Today and She’s Proud and Magnificent

Me: Happy Birthday, Nell. I still can’t believe you’re 13 today.

Nell: You say that about everyone’s birthday every time.

Me: Do I? Anyway, I found some lovely photos. One of you and Kev a few years ago, and one when I first met you and fell in love with you immediately.

Nell: I chose you, by the way.

Me: And another one of you now, looking proud and magnificent, and one of us both on the beach.

Nell: I rather like proud and magnificent. You don’t look like either of those in that hat.

Me: I’ve written you a poem. Would you like me to read it to you?

Nell: It’s not sentimental, is it? I know what you’re like.

Me: It might be a little bit.

Nell: Good grief. Go on.

Me: ‘Once in a blue moon,

So almost quite never, 

Someone enters your life

And changes it for ever.

It’s usually a person 

Of that I am sure,

But in my particular case

It was a black Labrador.

They say some things 

Are meant to be,

And that’s what it was 

With Nell and Me.

And that’s what it is

With Nell and Kev, too

And Harriet and Dave,

And most probably, you.

We love her much more

Than words can say.

Never change darling Nell

And enjoy your birthday.’

Nell: Pass me my handbag, please.

Me: Why?

Nell: I need a handkerchief.

Me: Did you like it?

Nell: Of course I did.

Me: I love you, Nell.

Nell: I know. Now, where’s your hat?

Me: Do I need one already?

Nell: It’s my birthday. Hats must be worn. Cake must be eaten and fun must be had.

Me: I shall do my very best.

Nell: It’s an order, not a suggestion. Hat on.

Me: Yes. Sorry.