Reflections About My Daughter, Miranda

Bear with me if you will, this is a letter I am going to share with you all about my second child, Miranda. She is and has always been foremost in my thoughts and heart. Maybe one day she will get to read this and maybe if she wants, copy it and save it, along down the road sometime.

Miranda,
I have had the pleasure of being your mother, all your life and for 12 years of mine. I never knew how much I could feel for one individual as I do today and each day for you. I have always tried my best to make sure you know I love you. I hope I have succeeded in that endeavor.

I picked your name from mine and your father's names, because I wanted you to know that you were a part of both of us. MIR-for Michelle, and ANDA-from Randal. I just knew from the time you were named that you were special. You were not at all like the first child. You were temperamental, and fussy as a infant. That was okay though because you had a lactose no tolerance problem. I tried to get you different formulas only to have not very much success. You fussed more than I can express. Seemed like you were not very happy, like your stomach was hurting a lot.

As time went on, you developed a tolerance for milk, (thank goodness), and I was relieved. You were so beautiful, as you are today. That smile was enormous and those big blue eyes would melt anyone's heart. Your Uncle Ted always said you would be a "Heart breaker". I agreed with him, because you knew how to break mine.
I enjoyed your curiosity and your laughter. I remember dancing endlessly around our living room with you when you were a toddler. It was so much fun.

You are alike lot me, and we both love music. It is in our heart and our soul. Who knows maybe one day you will be a pop singer on stage! I so love the fact that you are going to be taller than me, since I know you are my height right now. I like the things that I see that amuse you and all your silly jokes you tell with so much enthusiasm, even when no one is laughing at them.

You are so beautiful and smart, and I hope you get and receive everything your heart desires. I want to tell you to never feel unimportant or useless, because you aren't. I know being the middle child in a family is not easy. Be strong, and remember to love, and you will be loved.

Miranda I cannot thank God enough for giving me a more precious child than I ever deserved. With that, know you are loved today, each day and any that come. Rainbows cannot measure my love for you. As you grow, be true to yourself, encourage others, love all and make the most of what life you have been given.
I love you!
MOM