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its great to be me.

Today 32 years ago,
I was born under the ruling sun, 28 day month of July,
Displaying raw emotions as i cried my way into the world of living,
Happiness bought to both my parents,
Barry and Wendy Sanderson,
Named Nardine upon birth meaning spikenard ,
Nardostachys jatamansi, the source of an ointment used by the ancients,
Healing a once space, but now content heart of my mother, and father,
Middle name JOY,
Meaning Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness.
Sanderson after my loving father,
Being apart of such an amazing family, full of love and respect,
Support and nurturing,
Has made me the lady, i am Today,
I'm am indeed the lucky one,
Both parents have always been by my side, teaching me to love myself, in mirroring love from them both,
Words could never express how dear they are to my heart,
I love them with a sense of fullness, and thank them from the deepest depths of my soul,
For giving me the world around me,while being by my side each step of the way, no matter what happens in life,
I love you mum, i love you dad,
To the best parents a lady as myself could ever have had,
So today i embrace this new road ahead, with love in my heart,
Hopes in my hand,
And all memories past within my soul, i thank you both for giving me life, and fulfilling the family space with me, bringing you joy's that I now see, today is my birthday, its great to be me.

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