Yours were the first arms to hug me, to pick me up when I fell down, or to give me a piggy back ride. They wiped my tears, bandaged my knees, and came together to cheer me on. Poised in a thumbs-up or to give me a high-five, they supported me, just as you always have. As old as I get and as grown up as I become, I will always be your little girl.
