One sunny California afternoon a few years back I was sitting in the garden daydreaming and saw a vision of a little girl with straight brown hair tied up in pigtails, charging towards me for a running embrace. And the name Leni suddenly popped into my head. And that’s when I knew there was someone out there who was still meant to be. My littlest one, my Lulu, my twin. Feisty, funny, stubborn and silly. You’ve brought so much life, light and love in these last two years. Happiest birthday my dear one.