It
was nineteen short/long years ago when God gave you to me.
My
physical body transformed, a Mommy I’d soon be.
At your birth, nine
months later, your existence became real.
On this day both our lives began, because my wounds began to heal.
I
stared at you every opportunity I had, always in awe about every part of you.
Trying
to wrap my head and heart around this newfound love, one I never knew.
I
kissed you too much and could never get enough of your sweet baby smell.
I
had heard of falling in love, and was certain that’s the place I fell.
The
days, weeks and months passed as your tiny body grew.
You
changed and evolved, every day learning something new.
You
enlightened my world as you learned and began to talk.
Then
before I knew it, you crawled and began to walk.
My
baby became a little girl, seemingly overnight.
Learning
and challenging the differences between what’s wrong and right.
Time
continued to travel at warp speed as the years would pass.
Then,
the day arrived when I walked you into your kindergarten class.
