Momma’s baby,
As the last day of the month long celebration of your existence draws to a close, I can’t help but to feel a sense of relief. Not because I no longer want to celebrate you yet I fumbled with finding the words to aptly describe you. Words do no justice to the impact you have had on my life. You are more than words. You are love. Or what I know to be as love.
My interpretation of love was skewed until you graced my life. It still is a bit distorted but what your love has taught me is that love is not painful. The most valuable of lessons has been the love I deserve from myself. This isn’t something you have told me rather shown me. Your mere existence represents a love that is unconditional and honest. Your display of loving yourself has taught me that it is not selfish but necessary
I surprisingly found myself grappling with words for the month. I found that none measured up or lived up to your honor. I do not put you on a pedal stool to elevate you but to thank you. Thank you for being exactly who you are because who you are has been perfect for who I shall become
Love, Your Mother ❤
Lovely tribute to your beautiful daughter. 😊
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Thank you ❤
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This is so sweet. I’m a mother myself so this I found absolutely lovely.
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Thank you. I’ve never known anything as strong as a mother’s love.
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I haven’t either.
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She’s a beautiful girl.
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Thank you Candice. I agree and what lies beneath is indescribably more.
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Such a beautiful and lovely post! I am not a mother, but I can see your love as one to your daughter shining through.
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Thank you. There is no other like it.
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