Sweet little Bethany Rose, the sweetest little Rose that grows and grows. That's the song I sang to you as a baby as I held you in my arms. You are still my sweet Bethany Rose, but no longer so little. I have been watching you grow, watching you bloom into the sweet young lady that you are becomming. You are so beautiful inside and out and a mother couldn't be more prouder than I am of you. You are such a special girl and I know that God has a great plan for your life. Continue to trust in Him and walk in the light. Momma loves you!!