T W E L V E

It was yesterday. Please tell me it was just yesterday that you came into my life.

That´s how it feels.

Yet here we are, twelve years later. In front of me stands this young lady. Frail, yet poised, and elegant.

My little thinker isn´t little anymore.

Dear Em, you are growing up so elegantly, reflecting upon life, and the situations at hand. It´s such a joy to watch you grow and flourish as you meander from childhood into puberty. 

How fortunate I am to be your mom. 

I love you to the moon and back. 

Mamma

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