I'm not really a poet...but this is a good try. :) I don't know what's up with this highlighting color...can't get it to leave!
Our Precious gift from Heaven arrived one frosty cold, wintry day, God knew what we needed, and sent her via special delivery. While holding her in my arms, I knew little what a blessing she'd be. All I knew was that my little, helpless girl needed me. She's growing up so quickly, and I wish that time would stand still.. even for just a moment...but I know it never will. The sleepless nights with colic is but a fading memory...it's grand that we tend to remember the good in everything. I've been watching her little ways, and how she relishes all her days. She rises each morning with a smile on her face, and eagerly puts things back in its place.Though I could easily work much faster, there is nothing like a happy little "helper". Most days she can't wait to play outside, to run with her kite and zip down the big slide. I watch her hair fly behind her, hear squeals of delight. I pray that I won't take these moments for granted ... that I will always be thankful for my precious gift from Heaven.
but always be thankful for our precious gift(s) from Heaven.