Eighteen years, a journey flown, In St Albans, light has grown. Petite beauty, oh so fair, With long, flowing, golden hair. Granddaughter much cherished and dear, Filling our lives with sunshine so clear. Laughter and joy, she's full of fun, Under the St Albans sun. Her heart's treasures, Luna by her side, And a pony she rides with pride. Family love, a bond so tight, In her world, everything feels right. Taylor Swift tunes on her lips, As dreams of biology fill her scripts. To Italy, she'll soon roam, With Dad and sister, a new home. Eighteen candles, a life so bright, Guided by love, she'll take her flight.