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Couldn'T Be Prouder

I couldn't be prouder than the day you were born my beautiful little miracle your tiny fingers curled over mine your pretty eyes captured me and melted me I loved you then and every day since your arrival from heaven we won't talk about what I would do to anyone who would ever harm you but that's what I thought holding you for the first time my precious baby girl and we won't talk about any struggles raising you there were only a few all the tears and pain in the world would never erase the joy I feel when you smile and, my angel you smile so much on my arm on this day I have to give you away you are the most resplendent treasure who wouldn't cry to see you walking down the aisle your handsome groom whom I know loves you as much as I do can't keep his eyes dry reading vows from your huge heart only makes it harder warm love tumbles down my cheeks just seeing the sky above you so clear blue with a wispy white lace canopy of grace etched delicately over you and that guy with whom I like to barbecue golf and share a good shot of whiskey I love him too and your little you who lights up the world she's only two lucky you experiencing the blessing I had well "have" my beautiful baby girl who's teeny tiny fingers curled over my callused hand who with her daddy went on dessert dates played hooky and hunted ghosts in the old hotel my favorite fishing buddy... ...she'll always be mine sun sparkling your gown like magic radiating from your soul I couldn't be prouder than the day you were born but damn this comes close my barbecue buddy could not ask for a more priceless gift than the one whose gentle hand squeezes mine just before it lets go soft fingers curl tenderly into his my precious baby his beautiful bride

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