It seems as if only yesterday you entered this world. I remember holding you for the first time. You, my little one, were so tiny and fragile. You held my finger with your little hand and smiled up at me. The memory of that moment is, for all time to come, etched on my heart.

Everyday with you is a celebration of the day you came into our lives. Every moment is one to cherish,even through tears and tantrum. you are our darling little person, a perfect compilation of your father and me, my eyes, his nose, my attitude, his adventurous spirit. Memories flood my mind as I think about your first words (BAA), first steps, first toy(Minnie mouse) when your eyes lite up when you saw it, first step, food and other milestones. Each day, it seems I notice that you are growing and learning more and more. climbing up your playground ladder, counting till 50, singing all the words of your favorite songs. I look at you and I don’t see the passage of are becoming a big girl and i couldn’t be more proud of you. soon you will off to learn more things(kindergarten and your high school graduation) with a few other milestones in between. For now I want to focus on today and celebrate every moment as it comes.

I was thinking a lot today sitting on my favorite couch about what to write watching my 4 yrs old play( as usual) when suddenly with surprise in her eyes she came close to me and asked me what am i doing. it took me good 15min to explain her what is a blog to which she replied -” oh Mamma its so boring, come lets have a tea party”. It was then  with a smile on my face i decided the best thing to write right now is what i feel for her My daughter SARAH.

Do let me know if you can relate with me.


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