Through choices made and not made, you entered this world like a starburst, and you let me ride your trail of light through the sky. There is goodness ahead of you. I know this because I know you. You don’t hide from pain or from play. Your joy is obstinate, yet you are brave enough to break. You have open eyes and an open heart—a rare combination in a world where one of those usually closes the other. You are your mother’s daughter, who is her mother’s daughter. You are, and you will always be, radiant.
