“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o’er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.” ~ Lord Byron, English Poet

She walks in beauty even in sleep.  I would say auburn tresses rather than raven, but she definitely has a heart whose love is innocent.  I pray she continues to walk in grace and beauty all the days of her life.  She is my greatest achievement, my gift from God, and the legacy of all those whose blood she carries who have gone before her.  She is destined for great things.  And she is my whole heart.  I walk in beauty because of her.