From the first moment you looked at her, you knew you would fight for her, love her, even die for her.
She was your little girl
You would cry over her , lose sleep because of her, feel no greater joy because of her.
She was your young lady.
You would worry over her, laugh out loud because of her, feel no greater pride for who she was becoming.
She was your young woman.
You have let her fall and rise up, you have been her strength and her hope. She calls you mom.
She is yours and you are hers.