The sun is brigghit

This is the gift my mum gave me for my graduation a few years back. She took a story I wrote when I was 6 and traced it then made it into a cross stitch with a lovely verse on it too:

"A daughter is a parcel of days remembered,
Loved as they are, and also as they were."

Brought a tear to my eye!

(I like to think my spelling has improved since then)