I love that you are here, that you
chose me as your mama.
I
love your confidence.
I
love your spark.
The
way your energy can uplift a whole group (situation).
That
people trying to stifle your bright energy has never dimmed your light.
The
way some people have expected you to follow the crowd gave you fire to color
outside the lines, and make the most beautiful art.
I
love the way you are comfortable in your own skin and can have conversations
with anyone regardless age, status, race, religion.
I
love how you can melt even the gruffest of father's heart.
I
love that you know how to connect to people.
I
love how you are a builder instead of someone who tears down.
I
love that you are a "beast" on the soccer field, but those who know you
best know the tender heart inside.
I
love that you root for the underdog... That you cheer for other people's
successes.
I
love how you love your brother and sister.
I
love how you love being "auntie".
But
most of all I love that you chose me to come through to this life... That I get
a front row seat to your beautiful journey... That I get to love you beyond
measure!
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