From the first day she looked so precious and innocent.
The face of an angel and a smile that made the whole room light up.
She was so tiny then and loved everything around her.
The noises made her feel safe and at aolatude.
Now she's gotten so big and does so much on her own now.
Big number two, she's so beautiful and so indepent on her own.
Yet she has a temper like daddy and mommy's additude she's still got us wrapped around her finger like the day she was born.
She's one of the best things that has happened in our lives and she has changed them so much.
Just hopefully she knows in twenty or thirty years down the road how much we gave up for her and how so very much we love her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem