Another month gone, just in a blink of an eye. You, my darling Hawra, are just 3 months short of hitting the big 2.
Where has the time gone to? Sigh.
Your baby fats are all gone. No more chubby cheeks. No more thunder thighs. Sigh.
You're no longer a baby :(.
But you will always be my baby.
Happy 21 months, angel. Please continue whatever it is you do everyday. Your smile, your laughter, your antics, your silliness, your tantrums.. Just bring it on, I don't mind. Because you are never too much for me to handle.