"Gracious how that child has grown." Flora commented."Seems like just yesterday we brought her here." Merryweather added."She was just a tiny baby then." Fauna reminisced.A loud sniff prompted Flora to ask, "Why Merryweather, whatever is the matter dear?""Tomorrow she'll be Aurora, and we won't have our Briar Rose anymore.""Oh Flora." Fauna moaned."Now now dears, we all knew this day was going to come." Flora blinked back tears."Why did it have to come so soon?""Well, we've had her for sixteen years." Flora replied."Sixteen wonderful years." Merryweather added.
Happy Birthday, Celia.