I never thought this day would come,
A child of my own, my flesh, my charm.
For years, my heart held silent fear—
Of pain, of birth, of bringing life here.
My husband and I, we laughed, we played,
With nieces, nephews, love conveyed.
We thought our joy was full, complete,
Until we heard your tiny heartbeat.
Twenty hours, the longest day,
Pain so fierce in every way.
Yet in one breath, in one soft cry,
The world stood still—my fears ran dry.
We named you Sierra Agata, strong and true,
Like mountains high, yet humble too.
A heart that’s kind, a will so bright,
You bring to all a warm, pure light.
You know your worth, yet lift the weak,
A voice so small, yet wise when you speak.
You dance through life with joy so free,
Making friends so effortlessly.
Oh, how you make our sorrows fade,
With little things, with games you’ve played.
A simple laugh, a gentle touch,
Our hearts are full—you give so much.
My wish for you, my love, my dear,
Is that you stand without a fear.
Like mountains tall, reach for the sky,
But keep your heart where love resides.
For though you're strong, and high you’ll rise,
Let kindness shine within your eyes.
Stay humble, grounded, soft, yet free,
And always know—you’re loved by me.
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