…. to two empty arms longing to hold a sweet baby girl with beautiful brown eyes.

Whose smile gave great clarity to the true meaning of my life

…. and whose tiny fingers clinging to mine, held me up when I thought I would falter.

You are no longer a child now, you have become a young woman before I could prepare myself for that

Inevitability

Shy, though confident in your own way….I watch you grow .…apart from me…but

happy still…I hope.

Over time, it is you who have become the teacher, you who have become my source of strength as if our

roles have become blurred.

I wish you much love as you enter your twenty third year of life and pray that you remember that the

previous twenty two were the most meaningful of mine.

You are my heart and the center of my soul.

Mom

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