Dear Ida,

You were almost two when I first met you
And now you’re four. Time goes by
In a blink of an eye. So many
Memories. So many favorites.

You probably won’t recall
the morning you stood
in one of my shoes
thinking, who is this person
sleeping on the sofa
who says he’s my papa’s papa?

And the time we strolled
(I pushed the stroller)
around the neighborhood and we
went to Mouse Kitchen and had
chocolate cupcakes for breakfast?

Did you know, ‘rotinni, rotinnneee’
is my cell phone ring? I hear you
when anybody calls.

Happy Birthday, my dear Ida.
You are the gift I wished for – and more.

Love, Yeh Yeh.