The day you’ve been waiting for, crossing out the calendar for, is here. You are nine!
Another year with you, and this one has been very different from the other ones. It was around this time last year when I started feeling that something was different and wrong in my body. And gradually, slowly, we moved closer to knowing why, and having our lives changed forever. You have been amazing through this, my Freja. I have shown you my vulnerability and you have welcomed it with so much love and understanding, and so much patience. You have also been brave and shown your own fear and vulnerability, and like that we have been there for each other, sending that love back and forth and growing stronger by the day. You are still a child but yet old enough to know and understand the situation. Luckily, you have kept your innocence and joy of life through it all, and that makes me so happy. You fill my days with life and love and joy, and your colourful nature, your creativity, your love of music and literature is so inspiring. I am so, so proud to have been chosen as your mother.

I love you endless amounts of times around the universe!

Happy birthday, my child.