Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Because I love her

I adore all of my children, I adore them all for who they are and the special qualities that God has given them. But there is nothing like a daughter. Nothing. I look at my daughter and I see myself. I see her and I am reminded of beautiful childhood that I had. I look at her and I see my mom, my older sister, my baby sister. I love her. I adore her.

I chose her name when I was just a little girl; it was my grandmother's maiden name. The desire for a little girl of my own, named for someone I loved so much, has followed me since I was old enough to hold a baby doll. That name changed my life when I was fifteen. Erik and I sat in the back of a youth group van, traveling the rough roads of Alaska, asking each other every question we could think of. His middle name came up and then his mother's name. In that moment I knew, I KNEW that he would one day be the father of my daughter.

So meet my little girl.

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The apple of my eye.

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The spice in our lives

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A lady to the core

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Everything I could have ever asked for

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My everything (well, one of them!)

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Meet my daughter

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Donnelly Elizabeth



1 comment:

  1. Emmi, that was so beautiful. She is absolutely what you described... Thanks for expressing it so well.

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