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Imara

Baby girl, big eyes and a head full of curls. 
Oh how sweet it is to be your mommy.

I remember when I found out you were growing within and the emotional turmoil that soon began.

I was scared to see what would come to be; walking the path of birthing a little version of me.

I cried, but they weren't tears of joy.
I mourned because I wanted another boy.

Nine months flew by and you were here in a blink of an eye. Full of life and wonder.

Your first name means strong and unwavering. Your middle is the timeless beauty of Rose.

I adore your boisterous laughter and how with each bite of food you crinkle up your nose.

Four years later, my oh my, how different life could have been; I release a grateful sigh. What treasures the future holds for you I often ponder.

Baby girl, big eyes and a head full of curls.

Oh how sweet it is to be your mommy.

--Irene W., Adult