So this is the fourth time I have said Happy Birthday to my IceMaiden. I knew her before, but first off she wasn't MY IceMaiden, and second off, I was much too rude to wish her one before she was.
By the first Happy Birthday, I had told her I loved her.
By the second, we had met, and more.
By the third time I told her Happy Birthday I had made her cry.
And now the fourth is here. Four birthdays for the little girl who is three and a half (maths never was her strongest...