My Dear Emilie Mae,One day while I was sitting with only you in the quiet of your dark room, this little made up song just spilled out. You've grown quite fond of it, and we sing it every night.
You are my starshine;
You are my moonbeam.
You are my baby girl;
I love you, love you!
Marin sings this to you as well, and it is possibly the sweetest thing on the planet when she does. Happy First Birthday to my joyful little baby girl.
You are my starshine and moonbeam. And I love you more than you will possibly ever know.
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You are just the sweetest Mom. I love that you find such joy in your girls. OK, I have to unlock the dungeon, it is time for my girls to have dinner.
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