All of these pictures were taken by my beautiful daughter that is in the picture with me. She is my baby girl. I just do not know what I would do if she were not in my life, I am so blessed that God chose me to be her mother. She is the apple of my eyes. I love her so much. She makes me laugh when I am sad, and she encourages me, and lifts me up when I am down. She is truly a blessing. It makes me sad when she is not around, especially when she is hanging out with her friends; it is as if she is gone forever and I am never going to see her again. We have always been close; when she started headstart, I literaly broke down and cried. I was not ready for her to leave me. She told me not to cry and that she would be back, I cried all the more. When I look back over the years from the time she was born until now, the years went by so fast. I blinked and she was walking, talking, running and playing, and getting into everything. She always tell me everyday how much she loves me, and just how much I mean to her. I always tell her that I am glad she is my daughter. I can just imagine how hard it is going to be when she gets ready to get her own place, I know that rivers of tears are going to flow and my husband is going to have to hold me tight to comfort me and wipe my tears away. I love my children more than I love myself, and if I am wrong, may God forgive me. I love my family. If I had to do it all over again, I would not do anything different. Her smile lights up any room. Her smile makes my heart smile. she told me one day, she said mother, I can see your heart, and I can feel you when your heart is broken. so I thought she was just making smalltalk, but she was telling the truth. She can look at me and say whats is wrong mother, and I will say nothing. She will tell me, yes it is, tell me. She says to me, mother, God got you, don’t worry. I smile and I tell her, yes He does.
We were sitting at the table eating, and my arm was paining me. She took my fork and said to me,” I will feed you mother, you fed me when I was small, and I will take care of you, you are my momma, I love you”. She tells me all of the time that I am like her sister and her best friend. I know that we will always be close and that will never change. All of the time that we spend together doing things, making memories that we will have to share with her children some day excites me for the future. All in all, she is still my little girl, but sometimes when I look at her I still see her as the little blanket baby we brought home from the hospital. It was raining that cold night in Feb. of 2003 on Valentines Day, she was born three days before that day. I still call her little bitty girl, or my girl.
No matter how old she gets, she will always be my baby. She is the last one. Miss Yas.






















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