Happy Birthday precious girl
Our daughter was born on a morning much like today—exactly12 years ago. I remember bringing her home from the hospital and while holding her tiny body in my arms, seeing as if for the first time, the huge magnolia blossoms that crowded the blue sky outside my window. Those blossoms, like fluffy white and pink handkerchiefs, seemed to wave to me in celebration of her birth and the promise of her life. I gazed into her sweet face and felt the magnolia blossoms were a good omen—how auspicious to be born on such a day. As I have watched her grow into the beautiful, smart, young lady she is becoming, whether she is dancing, drawing, creating board games or texting her friends, she carries that light and hope within her. And every year when we celebrate her birth under the glorious magnolia blossoms, I am reminded again that she is our gift to the world and its blessing back to us. Happy Birthday precious girl—we love you!
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