In those precious baby times-- through your first smile, your first tooth, your first steps, I thought I could never love you more. . . but then you grew.
And in those sweet toddler times-- the endless days of curiosity and adventures and discoveries, I thought I could never love you more. . . but then you grew.
And in those wonderful little girl times-- those days of hurt knees and hurt feelings, of making friends and taking in the world around you, I thought I could never love you more. . . but then you grew.
And in those lovely young woman times-- those times of moods and mysteries, and joys and heartaches, I thought I could never love you more. . . but again, you grew.
And still, always, day by day, you keep growing. . . more and more beautiful. . . nearer and dearer to my heart.