My daughter turned 14 on Monday. I found these pictures but not the poem I wrote for her. I can't remember in which of my many notebooks I wrote it in and I have to leave to prepare for Open House tonight.But in case I don't find it I don't want the sentiment to be lost. I have more unfinished writings in notebooks and saved as drafts on this computer than I have posted. I doubt if I ever do.
I want her to know how much I love her as my daughter, for who she is, and for everything I see her as capable of becoming.
I love you Cristina. You are remarkable!
Thank you for letting me into your life and into your heart.
(*The pictures with the book was my Christmas present to her a few years ago, The Iliad by Homer. You can tell from her look she's saying to herself, "He expects me to read that?") 
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