for the gift of a daughter. I have the best one, truly. I cannot imagine what life would have been like without her. In graceful brilliance she brings joy, peace, love, wisdom and truth wherever she goes. She is mine, but in a marvelous way, she is her own. I glimpse her womanhood for clues to understand mine.
When there is a crisis in the family she generously doses out strength, encouragement and help like home baked cookies - warm, fresh, pure.
Her name means pure. And she is... pure love, pure joy, pure woman.
I am blessed.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
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