my macaroni

10 years ago, Macaroni first came on tour with me
In my belly
By the end of the tour, I was 8 months pregnant and could barely reach my guitar it was so far out front. If I was half a foot shorter, I would have been perfectly round.
She was an awesome touring buddy
Someone to talk to at night when I went to bed
My little belly bud that went everywhere with me

The next year, she was back out on the road with us
She celebrated her first birthday in London
She trick-or-treated for the first time in Wales
She learnt to walk in Scotland
And without even trying, she made the tour so lively
We loved getting out of the car at each town
‘Cause that meant playtime

She loved soundcheck, room service ice-cream, indoor pools, watching soccer on TV, and laughing. Always laughing
Just thinking back about that time in our lives, makes me smile
See, that’s what Macaroni does
From the day she was born, and made Diamond and I parents
She has brought so much happiness into our world
And today, nine years later, nothing has changed
We are so proud of the amazing person she is growing into
She’s thoughtful, smart, beautiful, tall and so witty it’s almost scary
So pretty much everything I want to be when I grow up
Knowing that she will be in charge of picking the nursing home for me one day, is a relief
(because if Magoo has her way, we’d all live naked in an animal shelter full of puppies and kittens and tutus)

If she wasn’t my daughter, I would absolutely choose her as my friend

I adore her

She had a big party before I left to come away on tour
And today she gets to celebrate again with her family
When you’re nine, that means….MORE PREZZIES

Happy Birthday baby girl.
I miss you
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