For 17 years

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Summer 1992



For 17 years  ... 
I have held you close
I have watched over you
I have protected you
I have walked the night floors with you
I have kept you warm
I have fed and clothed you
  I have listened to you breathe
I have held your hand
I have heard your every murmur in the night
I have felt your pain
I have applauded your efforts 
I have listened to your troubles
I have poured oil on troubed waters
I have tried to soften the ground when you fall 
I have supported your dreams
    I have been proud of you
    I have walked by your side
I have cherished every moment we have had together
I have watched you grow into a beautiful, intelligent young woman
I look forward to watching you reach for your dreams
I have loved you
I will always love you....

Happy 17th Birthday !!




















Summer 2008

Comments

  1. Suburbia11:03 pm, December 28, 2008

    So lovely Saz! What would we do without our girls?

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  2. MissKris12:15 am, December 29, 2008

    A birthday the day before mine! I know many born on the 28th but so few who share mine, outside of Jon Voight and Mary Tyler Moore! Many best wishes to your lovely daughter!

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  3. Mel12:34 am, December 29, 2008

    Beautiful...just beautiful...time goes so quickly...I swear it was just yesterday we brought Hope home from China...and now she's 5. I'm going to go wipe my tears!

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  4. Anonymous10:21 am, December 29, 2008

    That was lovely Sazzie, and a wonderful gift for Su...my Gd! A seventeen year old granddaughter. 'I am old, Father William'.

    word veri. fabeeb...hehehe!

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  5. Akelamalu12:12 pm, December 29, 2008

    It's scary how quickly they grow up isn't it? I can't believe mine are 37 and 32! :0

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  6. Kathleen McQueen Wright1:14 pm, December 29, 2008

    Sitting here crying.
    I am loosing my son to another woman today.. he is getting married

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  7. RiverPoet2:13 pm, December 29, 2008

    What a beautiful daughter! Happy birthday!

    Peace - D

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  8. Kathleen McQueen Wright3:58 pm, December 29, 2008

    But good tears sweety!!

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  9. Suldog5:50 pm, December 29, 2008

    Happy Birthday, indeed! Best from the other side of the pond!

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  10. Jennysmith8:01 pm, December 29, 2008

    Gosh, was 1992 17 years ago? One of the happiest years of my life. Yours too, i think.

    What a lovely blog.

    happy new year xxxx

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  11. Lakeland Jo8:29 pm, December 29, 2008

    what a lovely post. I can't believe my son is thirteen, nearly fourteen, and in April he goes to Australia for ten weeks. I will miss him so much.
    Where does the time go?

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  12. Daisy9:22 pm, December 29, 2008

    This is really beautiful, lucky girl she is too. Happy New Year to you all.

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  13. Stinking Billy9:26 pm, December 29, 2008

    frumpy, hang on, that is surely not you in the photo with your daughter? Yeah, I can see which one is which, but fat? fifty? and frumpy? Do I look stupid, or what? At Byker you are still close enough to be stalked, y'know? ;-)

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  14. Saz9:30 pm, December 29, 2008

    stalk away.....!!! LOL

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  15. Woman in a Window1:44 pm, December 31, 2008

    And it passes, doesn't it, the power of a generation, from one to the other. It boggles my mind! and yet, she's so beautiful!
    Happy belated!

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  16. Fida12:15 am, January 02, 2009

    Touching and beautiful!

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  17. A Woman Of No Importance10:48 pm, April 11, 2009

    Saz I hadn't realised that your lovely daughter and my Grizzler were born in 1992 - is that right - Quelle coincidence!

    This is a wonderful post, full of the best kind of love - That of a wonderful mother... Bisous x

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