Naiyel Kynadee' Cooper

My pride and joy. the one person that keeps me alive everyday and keeps me striving to be better. i look back and see how i went through so much when you were in my stomach. The struggle it was to get out of the bed everyday. the struggle to eat. The struggle to go to work and not be sick every time. And now in a matter of hours you will be 2. Terrible 2's is what they call it. my love, My heart, My pride and joy. Most most valuable thing in my life. i look at you and realize you made me become a btter me. A better tinisha. But mommy now. Your my life-line. Cause without it who knows were or how i would be. You've calmed me down. Your just what i needed. Your my happiness. you keep me with my head on my shoulders. Your my baby girl and i'm lucky and blessed to have you.....


 


-love, Mommy.

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