It seems that with each passing year, 
to me, you just become more dear. 

You've been a blessing from the start 
I love you, daughter, with all my heart 

Some people come into our lives and quickly go, 
Others stay, leaving lasting impressions upon our hearts, 
and we are never again the same. 

One hundred years from now, it will not matter 
what kind of car I drove, 
What kind of house I lived in, how much money
I had in my bank account. 
Nor what my clothes looked like. 
But the world may be a little better 
Because I was important in the life of a child. 

The angels gazed upon us and smiled with abundant joy 
As God so tender gave to us our little baby boy 

The angels from above looked down and joy unfurled 
As God so tender gave to us our little baby girl 

One tiny hand to guide and hold, 
One tiny life to shape and mold, 
Each child, a gift, from God above, 
A symbol of His strength and love. 

Found at "Aspiring to Greatness"