Maisy Mouse, I miss you more with each passing day nothing is the same since you went away. Making cakes and so much more now holds no joy without you here to give it a stir. No more Abba sung in the car or singing to Shine when we have traveled to far. Dressing up and wearing my shoes i miss it all but most of all you. Not a day passes by where your not on my mind, Sleep tight little girl untill it is our time. Love you now and forever louise. x x x x x x x(7)