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my daughter

 what can i say i love to watch you grow. i remember the first day the lord welcomed you home  such a beautiful bundle of joy. from the first time you rolled over to when you took  your first steps you've  amazed me. now you're  almost three and i wish time would slow down you're  sassy personality is so devine i wish i could  stop the hands of time. youre beautiful long curly brown hair and deep brown eyes hypnotize. in your eyes i see compassion and love that is  nevrr lacking. i sit back and im in a trance taken by you're unique  ways.  truly my saving grace. Sidney  Marie  you have filled such a hole in my life i cant imagine a day without you near. youll akways have me never fear  although i know one day ill have to let you spread your wings and fly but  today ill hold on tighter  and breath in the life you give to me. cuz in a blink  of an eye you'll  be 33 and wont need me but lord knows you are my heart and how could i live without my heart. i hope to instill in you all my knowledge i hope you are a leader to never follow. i hope you love like theres no tomorrow.  i hope  you are always proud of who you are  and always know ill nevrr be far. i love you cupcake with every fiber of my being.  
-Elia

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