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I Don't Wanna Walk Away From Emmaline

Tomorrow my little girl will turn seven. It was seven years ago that I went into labor and anxiously awaited knowing if I had been carrying a little boy or a little girl. It was seven years ago that Emmaline entered my world and changed who I was. It was seven years ago that Emmaline made me a mom.

The best way to show my little girl is through pictures. So here it is. Emmaline as she has grown...

Emmaline at about two months old
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Emmaline's First Birthday
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Emmaline's Second Birthday
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Emmaline's Third Birthday
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Emmaline's Fourth Birthday
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Emmaline's Fifth Birthday
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Emmaline's Sixth Birthday
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Emmaline a few days shy of her Seventh Birthday
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You have grown from a baby to a toddler, to a little girl and now a young lady. I have watched you go on this journey for the last seven years. It has been an honor and a blessing to be your mom and it always will be.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl. I love you.

Comments

Dee said…
They grow up so fast don't they? Hope Miss Emmaline has a wonderful birthday!
Judy said…
Oh, happy birthday Emmaline!

Watching the little ones grow is so bittersweet. My little girl is 11, soon to be a teenager. *gulp*

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