Mya is turned 4 and I
turned 36 respectively, a few days ago. 32 years between us. Yet I feel like I’ve loved her
all my life. She’s a part of me, apart from me, never to be removed.
Here's a poem for your 4th year my sweetest sweet heart!
Mya laughs herself silly
She cries herself hoarse
She plays with her brother
She makes up her own songs
She gets all giggly excited
About school, AWANA and smores
She gets bored waiting
Because “waiting is booooring”
She’s gone to the apple orchard
And the fire house too
She goes swimming and dancing
And sometimes Sunday school
She likes a big party, four is far too
few
She enjoys her special friends
Emma, Jake and Enzo, just to name a few
Oh, Little Bear, Fizzy and Unicorn too
She loves to read Ling and Ting
And play hide and seek
Eat porridge and spaghetti
And ride around on her wheels
Behind her princess exterior
Is the spirit of a gentle warrior
She has her strong point of view
She holds on to her ideals
She rides her little pony called pride
She holds back her tears now when she falls
She imagines and makes believe
And her logic is without a flaw
She memorizes Scripture
Practice her alphabets and draw
She loves making crafts from Koala Crate
And write cards when she misses you
We love you so much Mya
We learn and grow alongside you
You are His gift to us
You are our precious precious sweetie pie
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