| Hard to believe that you are already eight. The years have passed at an incredible rate. There is still some time to push your swing. My little girl, I hope I never miss a thing. Someday when the time should come. Remember... I loved being your mom |
| Dear Daughter |
| By Michelle G. |
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| One day I will look back and be so glad. Thankful for all the precious time we had. First I helped you walk and talk. Next it was time to pick up the chalk. I taught you how to read and write. Even showed you how to fly a kite. |
The seeds we planted sure did grow. It was our biggest sunflower ever you know. We raised a monarch, that you named Gem. A most beautiful butterfly among them. The next day we set her free. It was absolute heaven on earth to see. |