I love that she looks just like you. 

She shares your fierce and wild, animal-loving spirit while also being sensitive and empathetic, just like you. 

She makes your faces and shares your same birthmark.

You were her first mom—her birth mom—the one who gave her life. 

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Sometimes when I look at her, I am brought to my knees by the magnitude of your sacrifice and love for her. 

I am in awe of your strength and courage.

I pray that the fire you grew within her never burns out and that she continues to see the world just like you, with all its beauty, humanity, and adventure. 

I am so thankful for you and for this precious gift of being called mom. 

You are so loved, and while she mirrors you in so many wonderful ways, what I see most clearly in the reflection of our knit-together lives is an incredible love story that could only have been written by a good and loving Father. 

This daughter of ours is such a delight and a treasure . . . just like you.

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Author’s note: This poem was written for my daughter’s birth mother, who is the most lovely and courageous person I know. In my wildest dreams, I never could have dreamt up the story of how our family would be woven together, but I wouldn’t change a thing, because all the heartache, all the ups and downs, the disappointment, and the joy has stretched us, pruned our hearts, challenged us, strengthened our faith, and brought us closer to our Father. He has brought us here, to the most beautiful and messy display of redemptive love. This is our love story, and it’s still unfolding . . . just like you.