Songs with “Sylvia” in the title are few and far-between and tend to be dark, to boot. I’m ever-so-proud of Sylvia’s mother, my beautiful daughter and still really dig the quirky Dr. Hook song, but that’s not right.
The Eurythmics’ “Sylvia” definitely won’t work. It’s much too dark, and little Sylvie is nothing but light. She is a bit of a “Wild Thing,” and definitely makes my heart sing, but since she just started walking all over the place and was beyond preciousness when I saw her standing there in her Minnie Mouse birthday dress, well, you get it.
Besides, nothing quite creates a sense of joy like the early Beatles. And Sylvia is all about joy.
(Jude thinks The Beatles anticipated his birth and wrote “Hey, Jude” just for him. Annabelle has already fallen for Paul – she goes straight for him on my antique Beatles poster in the kitchen every time we look at it. Sylvia seems to be leaning toward George, the heartbreaker, who tends to make me tear up every time I hear his voice these days. But I digress.)
Today big little Sylvia is 1 year old. She was tiny at birth and is a tall, sturdy, walking 1-year-old. How did that happen so fast? Just the other day she was taking tiny tottering steps; now she’s stepping lively in Stride Rite shoes.
(My personal children were whoppers at birth and little 1-year-olds. Didn’t get tall again until junior high, at which point they shot past their mom.)
Just like her mommy, she’s a little clown. Loves to laugh, loves to make others laugh and has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.
Actually, she has the same smile Sylvia’s mother had at that age.
Of course it was love at first sight for all of us that grows by the day. We’re so lucky to have her.
And as you can see, she’s a vision in polka dots. Happy birthday, little darling.