You resemble a little girl I once held gently in my arms. That twinkle of mischief in your eyes? I’ve seen it before, long ago, when I first gazed into the eyes of my daughter.
You know that laugh you have when something silly happens? I’ve heard it before, from that lady that now gently holds YOU in HER arms as I once held her.
All the things I adore about her are reborn in your spirit, yet you are distinctively you. Your beauty, your smile, and your flair.. you are love multiplied; my special treasure, born of my first true love. You are my prize for a life well-lived. You are joy and goodness and you hold a very special title, for you, Vienna, are my granddaughter.
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