Has it really been five years?
My first born Liana Jamaine
I look at the photo of my baby girl swaddled in a pink blanket, her eyes closed, and a yawn scrunching up her cute little face.
My firstborn, the miracle who made me a mother.
My eyes move to the long haired big girl building blocks in front of me. And the memories, rewind, play and fast forward all at once.
Oh how she has grown.
Then there’s the little one with chubby cheeks and wispy hair. She came to us as a surprise, I discovered I was pregnant with her, well into the first trimester.
My baby girl Jan Kalia a few weeks old
And now here she is, in front of me, painting swishes of pink and purple. She’s a little lady now she says, she wants to dance ballet.
The screensaver on my husband’s laptop continues to play: a slideshow of our life, one photograph at a time.
It’s amazing how one image can bring a flood of memories. And even if those moments were not as picture perfect as they seem to be, everything else has faded away.
And all I remember is love.

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