Happily my daughter had another birthday and I wrote her present:
The day you were born, Saddled with uncertainty. Choices to be made, Cloaked with possibility. You grew, learned, With some stumbling. You tried again With some fumbling. Did you need help? It was often not clear. Many times wishing For the aid of a seer. But your story was building. It was easy to listen. To the added adventures. Of a spirit that's risen. Continue the effort. Play it out loud. Always remember You make us proud.
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