My little one grows.
walks, runs, laughs, walks away ...
speaks, he gets angry, fights ...
wants to imitate the brothers, follows them ...
are now two years. Two years since she was born, so small and soft. It is still alive and the recent memory of those moments, the first feeding, the yearning need of contact. And the tears, the past days without her at home like I got ripped off a little 'me. Really we're already two years?
Today I spent the morning with her taking advantage of the initiative "a mother to the nest" that happened Wednesday just in: I was happy, celebrating with their friends and mother and then the afternoon with the rest of the family. From the day keeps repeating that his party is singing the song and opened with joy the gifts that we have prepared for her. Here's the cake:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE
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