Daughter

She’s not a little girl any more.

Yet, Rachel will always be my daughter.  Even if her foot has been bigger than mine for over a year now.  Even if she gets taller than me.  Even when her hair begins to gray and her first wrinkles appear.

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Aunt Jane and Maw-Maw Rachel came for our birthday celebration.

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Sidney helped Rachel with her new watch.

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Then Prairie helped her with her watch.

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She requested something “flamingo-y.”

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Sidney got a hug for those socks.

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One of the best gifts . . . a camera discarded on a shelf, its first purpose fulfilled, finds a new purpose in the hands our girl.

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The birthday girl gifted us with clarinet music.

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Lincoln accompanied her on guitar.

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Maw-Maw Rachel loved it when Prairie and Lincoln sang hymns.

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Happy Birthday, my sweet Rachel, my daughter.