you my first born.
are growing up.
somedays it is bitter sweet.
i relive alot of my life through you.
hopefully only the good. ( i was a bad teenager.)
you have more knowledge in that brain that i will ever in all my life ( you get that from your daddy.)
you are my beauty.
you are witty. ( you also get that from your dadddy.)
you were brought to us a gift from heaven that would ulitimately define our life.
never forget who you are because that is what makes you so “special”.
i love you and today you will graduate from 4th grade. (and i already crying.)