My doll Shreya,
Happy Birthday Shreya.
Sometimes I think what was I doing before you were there to make me feel so important. These 2 years have been super crazy for me and it breaks my heart to think that you wouldn’t embrace me so tight and plead to be picked up maybe sooner than I’d like. But remember that I can sing nursery rhymes for you all my life and have you sing with me. We can together count till 20 coz the way you say 20 or say the name of the colour orange just makes my day.
I can have you disturb my sleep all my life by trying to cling to me and trying to push your hands under my neck.
I feel immensely proud to see you solve puzzles and sort shapes in no time and with great concentration. I hope I can always provide you with what you love to do. It seems your laughter is the reason we live. It’s so uninhibited, genuine and infectious.
Grow confident and fearless my baby, and go smack your brother if he hits you.
Don’t want to but sadly turning into one - your overprotective mom
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