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Beatrice. 

From the Latin viatrix, meaning "voyager" and beatus meaning "blessed".

My daughter. My blessing. My little piece of Heaven right here next to me. 

She is just wonderfully sweet, light. Everything with her is easy and fluid, no anxiety and hours of self guessing my next step. 

She gave me the chance to enjoy joy. To let go of worry and be in the moment. She pushed me too, to be better, to face the ghosts of the past. Without her I wouldn’t nor I could t have done it. 

I worry so much less about her because I know how strong she is. I already know. 

The bringer of joy. My magical, enchanted, unicorn believer and pink little girl. 

My Béa. My Beatrice. You keep on saving me. L

Giselle C.