She was silent and wide eyed, and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. She was like a little acorn fairy, and she had my chin.
It can't have been three years, can it? And yet look.
If she was a miracle then I don't even have words for her now. She grows tall and straight like a willow tree.
My fairy princess, my little warrior, my pirate queen, I give thanks to God every day for the privilege of being your mother.
Happy Birthday, Punk.
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Three years! I have just passed the one year mark withthe youngest grandchild--and even though he's a grand kid, and I didn't see him born, and all that, the wonder doesn't stop. The same for the other three grand kids!
I think often on you and yours, and remember you and your daughter in my prayers.
Congratulations to you and the little one!
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