To Hera:

I remember the day you were born. All white, with bright pink ears and feet, so small. I worried…

I monitored your weight, every day for weeks. You were growing; you were getting what you needed.

Still small, but with eyes open, you started your adventures.

Eating solid food was a new experience. But…

The day you discovered the great outdoors, you grew into your name: Hera – the Queen of Everything.

Your confidence inspires me. You are about movement and exploration. To sit for that treat, to smush up with your brothers requires all that you have.

My little Hera. Tiny and mighty.