Elva Holiday Smith

29 February 2016 – 22 September 2016

It will never feel right to write my daughter’s name and date of birth followed by her date of death. A parent shouldn’t have to write that and there shouldn’t be less than 7 months between the two.

Elva was born on Leap Day. A day as special as she was. She weighed 8lb 6oz and cried loudly the second she was born. Her Dad, Kieran, cut the cord. We couldn’t have been happier to have a perfectly healthy baby girl and a little sister for our two-and-a-half year old son, Tadhg.

She slept well, cried little and smiled often. She didn’t have a big appetite, but seemed to have been acquiring a taste for Italian food! Bolognese, lasagne or any pasta seemed to be well received. She could sit up confidently, but not crawl yet. She liked being up on her feet as we held her hands.

Elva loved her brother and he could always raise a smile from her. They splashed in the bath together, she banged her hands on his train set and he would rub her soft, dark hair whenever he was tired.

She had the biggest, brown eyes – a combination of her Dad and Auntie Charlotte. She was calm and patient but spoke up when she needed to.

She liked to see what was going on around her and was always looking around the room to see who was talking. She laughed at humpty dumpty and generally liked being upside down. She was really ticklish.

Elva made our family complete and we miss her with all of our hearts.