My Precious Daughter

When your daughter is small you carry her in your arms and when she is grown, you carry her in your heart. Daughter, all your life you will be part magic and part mystery because you have idea's thoughts and wishes; all your own and where it counts inside the heart we have grown together, not apart and through challenges and chances. As the passing years have flown your lovliness begins to show and it is not easy to express in words or phrases how beautiful you will always be in ways the heart alone can not see how dear you are to me, that perfect gem god gave to me..........