To my little hols (I’ll still be calling you this when you’re elderly, like you remind me I am. Daily.)
Firstly, let’s pretend I’m writing this without tears welling up in my eyes.
Instead of telling you all of the million wonderful things I think about you, because I make a habit of telling you always anyway, this space is for me to say this…
Thank you for blessing my life, and for sharing such an important part of my journey with me. Birdhouse wouldn’t have (and won’t be) the same without you and neither will I without your daily influence. Thank you for embracing the chaos, metaphorically holding the umbrella when the rain came and for laughing at my awful jokes for 7 years!
To the 14 year old girl that did work experience with us when we first opened, to Saturday girl, to a 21 year old woman holding the keys to the gaff and contributing massively to all that we are; thank you.
I genuinely cannot wait to watch you absolutely smash your next adventure!
Love, your biggest cheerleader xx
Brb, off to sob.
