I should take a moment to play your life in slow motion, but I won’t, it’s not something I am likely to forget. When we lovingly refer to you as “four year old Lauren”, it’s not something we just say, you were and always will be our little girl. In your first TWENTY ONE years you managed to get a raisin stuck up your nose, at the tender age of FOUR you twirled, flicked your hair and smiled at yourself in the wall to wall mirrors as you imagined you were Madonna, the only problem was…it was an IRISH dancing school and you were FOUR! We were not insulted when they asked that you return when you were older…we didn’t bring you back for three years. People say you got the “gift of the gab” after you kissed the Blarney Stone, however we know that you were born with that wonderful talent! As we sat at your high school Forest Ridge auction for your senior year and watched you walk up on stage, take the stage and command the attention of the entire room, you made everyone laugh, cry and got donations like never before.
I am going to thank the Lord for giving us you, I hope you have a BEAUTIFUL life, I will always have you wrapped up in my arms so tight even when you are miles away. Time moves fast, but memories last a lifetime. Thank you Lauren for the past TWENTY ONE years, we look forward to the next twenty one years. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
You are and always will be fabulous.
Xoxo always, Mum!