After their visit, I looked at the photos of the day she was born. Almost 21 years ago. That beautiful baby was the reason a family was created, by virtue of the fact that her birth created a mother and father. Snuggled up so tiny and perfectly on my bosom. I can close my eyes and I am sure I can smell the intoxicating aroma of her newness that day.
I love her. She loves me. That is what blessings are.
Matilda, I am looking forward to dancing in the park with you when you turn 21.