Born Friday, January 28, 1983, 3:18PM, 7 lbs., 22.5" tall,
Newton Memorial Hospital, Newton, New Jersey.
Like myself, you are a "middle child":
Feeling just a tad bit lost and out of place,
trying to figure out exactly where you fit in...
And, sometimes, making your voice heard -
regardless of the cost or consequences.
At the same time, this has also made you fiercely
independent, strong-willed, and quite rebellious.
Be that as it may, for better or for worse, somehow,
you do manage to keep your chin just above water!
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You have always been the free spirited one...
with a tremendously unbridled passion for life.
You were the rock-climber, the tree-climber, the hill-climber,
the mountain-climber, the "Leader-of-the-Pack":
Always trying to go just one step higher then the rest of them -
and how they all do follow after you!
True to your "I'll do it all by myself, thank you very much!" personality,
by age four you had taught yourself the alphabet,
and by sixteen, had already graduated high school.
I often sit back and watch your still-evolving metamorphosis,
curious as to which path you'll chose next,
wondering where that pathway will lead -
and praying that you'll be all right.
If nothing else, I know it will certainly lead towards
another grand adventure in the continuing saga called "Nicole"!
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When I first heard this song, you immediately came to mind.
You are my Angel:
Three times I have almost lost you,
and three times God has returned you to me.
You are my Butterfly:
Forever spreading your wings in your endless attempt to fly away...
But you have always returned to me -
And I believe you know in your heart that you always will.
"Butterfly" by Mariah Carey
When you love someone so deeply, they become your life.
It's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside.
Blindly, I imaged I could keep you under glass.
Now I understand to hold you,
I must open my hands and watch you rise.
Spread your wings and prepare to fly,
and you'll become a butterfly.
Fly abandonedly into the sun...
If you should return to me,
we truly were meant to be.
So spread your wings and fly, Butterfly...
I have learned that beauty, has to flourish in the light.
Wild horses run unbridled, or their spirit dies.
You have given me the courage, to be all that I can.
And truly feel your heart will lead you
back to me when you're ready to land.
Spread your wings and prepare to fly,
and you'll become a butterfly.
Fly abandonedly into the sun...
If you should return to me,
we truly were meant to be.
So spread your wings and fly, Butterfly...
I can't pretend these tears aren't over flowing steadily.
I can't pretend this hurt from almost overtaking me.
But will stand and say goodbye; for you'll never be mine.
Until you know the way it feels to fly.
Spread your wings and prepare to fly,
and you'll become a butterfly.
Fly abandonedly into the sun...
If you should return to me,
we truly were meant to be.
So spread your wings and fly, Butterfly...
Spread your wings and prepare to fly -
For you've become a butterfly!
Fly abandonedly into the sun...
If you should return to me, we truly were meant to be.
So spread your wings and fly, Butterfly...
So flutter through the sky, Butterfly...
Spread your wings and fly, Butterfly...
With all of my heart and all of my soul, I love you, Nicole.
And, no matter what, you know that I always will.
Love always,
Mom
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Nicole's favorite
photo of Mom: 1979. |
Family Album