I admire her in her new red and white dress. I ooh and ahh. I comment how much she has grown. I feed her. I burp her. I change her diaper. I cuddle her. I talk to her. I shake her rattle. I toss her in the air. I rock to to sleep. These make me happy but they are routine. Her smiles melt my heart, her so-called baby talk make me proud and I am just another proud mom.

I put her down to sleep. She is restless. I place my palm across her chest to reassure her. I can feel the lub-dub of her heart and then I glance at her, I see my gigantic palm covering her whole chest – it feels me with awe and amazement.

The tiny little one of mine – she never ceases to amaze me!