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birth, child, daughter, fatherhood, love
Her eyes are bright, like the meaning of her name; and full of laughter, like the future foretold
Time has indeed been kind. Giving the strength to do what we stared at through keyholes in awe.
A reason to never fear what the future brings for everything always turns out just fine.
I am more me now than ever before for in her, I found all the validation I would ever need; a self-realisation that hit me on the august occasion of her arrival.
10.12.16 — numbers that symbolize the death of self and the birth of love; overflowing emotions held intact by unexplainable steely blankness that heralded the day it all changed.
She is my stamp of approval from Heaven; evidence of all that is pure, true and good in my world and an affirmation of love.
She is my daughter
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