⭐ When a Star is Born 0003 🌠 aka Drogi Piękny Noworodku w Ramionach Mamusi/Dear little newborn baby in your beautiful mammy's arms

Dear little newborn baby in your beautiful mammy's arms/Drogi piękny noworodku w ramionach mamusi, 

I had 3 items of evidence of you little angel. But they were all circumstantial, because there was not a bit of you in sight. Just the beautiful items of clothing on the clothes horse that day in the Galway sunshine. Pink! Which had me guess that you're a girl! Yayyyy! And your beautiful black & gold pram sparkling in the rays of the sun! And of course your mammy's beautiful big round proud belly that morning I saw for the first time that you were in sight. Just hours before she left to bring you into the world. 

So the four magpies were just a decoy! Boy?! Nice try magpie-family!

And your big brother is so, so proud of you. And he is the best, best, BEST big bother (small letters) in the whole wide world.

Yesterday I got more evidence!

REAL evidence.

I actually got to see you in all your glory! And WHAT glory that is! And I learnt your name. The BEST name out there. Diana. I *love* it!

Welcome to the 'hood little shining angel Diana.

We have all been waiting for you!

Lots of love,
Le grá mór,
Twoja samozwańcza przybrana ciotka, Bríd
PS Please share this video with you beautiful mammy and your big tall gentle daddy, and remember Diana ("to shine") and Seraphin ("the fiery one" that I see has a loving gentle demeanor). And remember forever these lyrics from this amazing song by our national treasure, John Spillane: "...we were children, and our mothers were young, and fathers were tall and kind"!

PPS Did I mention that you are about 2 weeks old. Your mammy and daddy told me!

  

⭐ When a Star is Born 0002 🌠 aka Drogi Piękny Noworodku w Ramionach Mamusi

Dear/Drogi piękny noworodku w ramionach mamusi, You are only 3 days old. If even! And I *know* it's a bit early for giving you advice. You didn't even ask! And like I don't even think you can walk yet. But for posterity, and for down the line, and for your beautiful mammy and your tall, kind father, and your handsome and unique brother Seraphim (I KNOW that that is the most beautiful name I have ever heard in my life for a boy/man/male human), here you go: 1) Take off your sunglasses. (I am happy to report that neither of the above people ever wear any! Yayyy!) 2) Take off your shoes!!! 3) Walk around outside for 5 minutes 4) Take in the Vitamin D from the sun. Believe it or not Drogi piękny noworodku w ramionach mamusi, we can still benifit from the sun's bounty even through the dark, grey, Irish clouds. And most of all, "be yourself, no matter what they say!" And now, I wouldn't be me would I, if there weren't a song in my head which popped in while I was writing this. Yes, indeedio. Here it is: It was inspired by the name of your big brother. Don't forget Drogi piękny noworodku w ramionach mamusi, your big brother is the most inspirational and loving boy you will ever know. I *love* the way he helps Aindjriu to cut the grass and clean up the garden. But mostly I love hearing your ball bouncing on the concrete tiles. It makes me so happy that you are doing your own type of meditation by bouncing your ball at such an exact rythem. Maybe you'll be a drummer or a percussionist when you are bigger. Or maybe that will be another one of your hobbies. Here's your song Drogi piękny noworodku: *the piece at 12:53 reminds me of Laura Ingles running down that meadow... but I think your too young, and maybe too Polish, to understand that cultural reference... AND Very Importantly: And at 12:12 it starts to go a bit mad, so turn down the volume when it gets to that part, or just hit the "mute" button. Silence is golden an' all, innit? We don't want to be driving your mammy or daddy barmy! Do we? Lots of love from, Le grá mór,
Twoja samozwańcza przybrana ciotka, Bríd

⭐ When a Star is Born 0001 🌠

Dear Piękny noworodek w ramionach mamusi,
dziękuję za przybycie w tym czasie! I'm delighted! Beautiful new beginnings, and you are the bright new star to light up this neighbourhood, where "no one hardly dances" [John Spillane; Dance of the Cherry Trees]. Sweet dreams beautiful newborn baby. I'll leave you for now with this beautiful song from ArdRí na nÉin (the HighKing of the Birds), the man himself. PS I think maybe this is not your mammy or daddy's style of music, but hey, you are a human being all on to yourself. Fly high little one, and "be yourself, no matter what they say"!
Le grá mór,
Twoja samozwańcza przybrana ciotka, Bríd