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Dec 2015
I'll be the first to admit I was terrified.
I wasn't ready, I couldn't be a mother.
Then it hit me, this is really happening.

I was in the party stage of my life,
Always on the go and looking for fun.
I wasn't ready to throw that away.

Then there was you, Lyla Elaine.
You saved me from myself.
You pushed me back in the right direction.

I NEEDED you; just as much as you
Needed me. I was ready for this.
Now I wake up with a reason.

I wake up and I look at your sleeping face.
I smell your Johnson&Johnson; hair,
I hold your little hands, you're my reason.

All those times when I asked why I was alive?
You, you are why I am here.
I was created to create you.

You are my reason for living,
My motivation for loving,
My get up and go.

I love you from your messy little bedhead;
To your tiny little toes.
To my Lyla Elaine
Abagail Marie
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Abagail Marie  26/New York
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