My first child, my daughter, my beauty, was born 28 years ago today. How can this be? 28, twenty-eight, XXVIII, years have flown by me. Flown so fast that it makes me dizzy when I think of it.
Today she is a young woman with babies of her own. Knowing for herself the love that a mother feels for her child, does she know now the love I feel for her?
The memories I have of this child can bring joy to my heart so strong that my breath catches in my chest.
Happy Birthday my first born, my daughter, my heart.
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