My Little Bell is Nine

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Daughter of my heart,

It was you who showed me the depths of which a mother can love. Before you- I never knew that kind of love existed. I  held you in my arms nine years ago, and I was absolutely taken. You took my breath away and I knew that I would never be the same again.

November 9th, 2004 , just before the sun rose – you my love, changed my life.

You have my nose, my eyes, and my temper ( sorry darling ). You have an incredible sense of words, and a very strong artistic talent. But you are very much like your father. Your wit, your sense of humor, and your intelligence belong to him. You have a vibrance for life that is insatiable. You are kind, loving, and very beautiful. You are the best of both of us.

There is a deepness to your heart that will take a life time to know. Your heart is my honor and joy to seek.

You are crazy. Full of color and life. You walk into a room, and bring with you such a lightness. I love the way you look at life. Life without you would be absolutely bleak and boring.

What an amazing gift you are to me. To your Daddy. To your brother . To your Sister. To the world.

Don’t ever forget it.

I love being your Mom. I am so very proud of you, and who you are.

I love you.

I love you .

Oh How I love you.

Happy Birthday little one.

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