When you were two years old, we spent a magical Christmas in Spain and you were the most important person there. Granny and GG's best friends were closer to me than most of my aunts and uncles. Auntie Jam, or Beatrice, and Uncle Steve were the most incredible people, and I spent much of my young life in their company.

 

When they moved to Spain, I was very sad, and I knew granny and GG felt the same. So when the invitation came to spend Christmas at their stunning house just outside Barcelona, mummy and I were very excited to show you off. Auntie Jam and Steve could not have been more loving towards you than if you were their own grandchild. You were funny and wonderful, and even at two years old it was clear you were a very special little girl.

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At that time we lived in Streatham, and luckily there was a fabulous nursery directly opposite our flat. We enrolled you as a tiny little thing, and you loved it. Every evening when we picked you up, you were absolutely filthy with paint, sand and glitter everywhere. The staff adored you. One evening we collected you covered in blue paint. Katie, the nursery worker you loved most, had desperately tried to clean you up, but you had gone so deep into it that we couldn't get it off for about a week.