The gift of love

Sometimes a joy sometimes a sorrow

But always worth the pain and sacrafices made

Their love for you can never be measured

The depth of your own for them is truly boundaryless

The pure love of a child is faultless in it's devotion to you

Watching them develop and grow into the person you see in them

Seeing them shed their shyness and timidness

Venturing further away from your safe arms

Knowing that as a caterpillar changes and emerges as a butterfly

So will these children you have brought into the world

Emerge as the beautiful butterflies they are meant to be

Little people with their own personalities

Totally unique and individualistic

Their own characteristic traits

There is no other like it in the world

Always treasure the precious gift

The gift of love