My one daughter resembles my sister who has a daughter who resembles me. Mothers and daughters, aunts and nieces, grandmothers and granddaughters, sisters and cousins. Special relationships that are tightly bound with an invisible cord.
There is so much more to say. Yet the words just don't want to come. Maybe I want to hold my dearest thoughts about my daughter and ponder them in my heart. I just wish I could put into words what this girlie means to me. I see her amazing gifts and I can see her broken heart. I wipe away tears from her cheeks while shedding tears of my own. I want to fix it for her, yet I don't know how. I ache for my father while I hold her and she aches for hers.
We have a bond. As mother and daughter. She is my daughter. My one. And I love her.