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It was my daughter’s 4th birthday this weekend. Amidst all the celebrating, the husband and I recounted those early days of hope and wonder at the little life making her presence known from the start. When I found out I was pregnant I didn’t dare tell anyone about it. For years I had tried to get pregnant, only to experience miscarriage and shattered dreams. There were also girlfriends of mine, who LOVED pointing out that they had no issue with fertility nor pregnancies, and callously reminded me of how blessed they were while I was pouring my heart out in the grief only known to those who have failed and lost.
Yet here she is. The sunshine that warms my heart. In her four year old glory of intelligence, curiosity, selfishness, and tenacity. With her love of pink, ballerinas, working in the garden with her daddy, and fashions. How beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful she is! I offer up prayers of thanks and pleas for a lifetime of happiness, love and good health to her. May she always be assured of my love and understanding, of my undying loyalty and unwavering support.
As for me, I pray that I will guide her in wisdom, in love and in truth. And that I will be able to afford all those fashions she has her eye on. Happy birthday darling girl! I love you to the end of the universe and back.