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