Lid

On the 17th June, Lidly Wendelsworth, otherwise known as "Spud", "Stop it NOW", or my darling daughter, became four years old.

She shared the celebrations with Barry Manilow, though they didn't have a joint party (not after what happened last year).

Lid is what can only be described as a shining, beautiful light, that makes everyone and everything around her seem all the more glorious by her mere presence within any given situation.

Her kindness knows no bounds; she is caring and gentle; she is funny and beautiful; she is clever and sincere.  She is, frankly, mad as a bag of frogs and thrice as messy.  I cannot conceive of a world that she does not exist in, and neither would I want to.  A world without Lid would be dull and lacklustre; there would be significantly less empathy and love, less laughter, less hugs, less kisses, and less strangely hilarious foot stomping faux tantrums which she has modelled on Mittens from "Timmy Time".

A world without my beautiful little autistic cow tugging on my hand, calling me constantly, poking me in the arm, yanking me about, making outrageous demands and generally being a right littte madam is one that would bore me to tears.

Happy belated birthday, Lid; much, much love, and may I have you on borrow for the longest time.