From Lullabies to Laughter: Our Sweet MemoriesđŸ„°

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 đŸŒŸ It’s amazing to see how much you’ve grown. From the days when I used to admire your tiny fingers as a newborn đŸ‘¶, to now, watching you explore the world as a curious little toddler—almost two years old! It’s hard to believe how fast time is flying. I can’t help but smile every time I come home and see your laughter , even though it disappears as soon as you spot me, only to be replaced by that eager look, waiting for a big hug đŸ€—.

Those moments when you wrap your little arms around me đŸ„°, when I get to admire your beautiful smile 😄 and hear your sweet laughter, are the highlights of my day. The way you want me to keep cuddling you, the way you want me to be with you, fills my heart with more love than I ever thought possible 💖. And the way you tell things in your own adorable way—I just can’t get enough of it. I love every bit of it, and I never want it to end. 🌈

There are nights when you just don’t want to sleep at all. You keep switching the light on and off, giggling, wanting to play, and sometimes even getting a bit mischievous 😜. Even though I’m so tired 😮, I find myself wanting to stay awake, just to watch you, to soak in every little thing you do. Your laughter fills the room, and even though my eyes are heavy with sleep, I can’t help but smile at your energy 😊.

But there have also been those early mornings when you wake up before the sun 🌅, wanting me to stay by your side. In those moments, I would feel the pressure of the day ahead—knowing I had to cook, prepare the dough, and get everything ready. Thankfully, Sushan was always there, making sure everything was prepped—the vegetables chopped, the mixer ready, the vessels in place đŸČ. Even with his help, the tension would sometimes creep in, worrying if I could get everything done in time.

There were moments when I felt overwhelmed 😟, wondering why you were making things so tough, yet at the same time, a wave of guilt would wash over me at the thought of leaving you and heading off to work 😱. But those mornings when you would wake up just to escort me to the bus—those are the memories that melt my heart ❀. Even in the cold breeze, your warm hug would fill me with so much happiness đŸ„¶âžĄïžđŸ„°. The way you pointed out my bus 🚌, the big old dog 🐕, the way you showed how the breeze would tickle our faces đŸŒŹïž, and the way you wore your little cap to keep warm 🧱—these are the moments I’ll treasure forever.

I can’t wait for the day when you’re all grown up and we can sit together with a cup of coffee ☕, reminiscing about these times. You’ll always be my little partner in adventure, and I’m looking forward to sharing all these stories with you 💕.



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