This is a picture of my external hearts....my daughter and her precious little son. If she looks scared, that would be pretty true, since she had only been a mom for a little over three months. Her mothering skills have become stronger and more sure with each passing day. I admire the fact that she has taken all that she has learned and tweaked it into her own way of parenting. It's difficult to remember that it's been twenty-nine years that I first looked at her tiny face and fell in love. So many things have happened in our lives and yet the one constant is that my love for my daughter has grown each moment. She does know where all my buttons are and she has engaged them more than once. Even during our tense times, our learning times, I have never doubted that I have been blessed those so many years ago when I first saw that tiny, rosebud mouth and held her. Colic, teenage woes, hospitalizations, surgeries, illnesses temper trials, college adventures, relationship difficulties, life plans dashed across the rocks of disappointment and all the times I was told, "You don't know" have only added to my appreciation of the strength of our bond. I love her more than life itself and that was even before she blessed us when our little Grandlove. He's the icing on the cake.
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl. You have brought so much joy, love and support to our family. May your blessings always outweigh life's struggles.
