I'd always tell her that she's pretty, because it always made her smile, she'd take my hand, shake her head and giggle for a while.
I have to speak now through my prayers and I'm not sure if she'll get it, so, tell my nana shes the prettiest girl in heaven.
Tell her that we miss her, you'll know which one she is, she's sat next to her husband, catching up on what they missed.
With every gust of wind now, we know it's very clear. That the prettiest girl in heaven is telling us that she's here.