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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.