Days passed by quickly. We are now celebrating Elisha's fifth birthday. We decided to have an intimate celebration. We only invited our close friends and relatives.
"Mommy look at my dress, I am Princess Elsa," she turned around showing me her beautiful blue dress.
"My little princess is growing too fast," I uttered getting emotional. I carried her in my arms and she became too heavy for me.
"You're already heavy, Mommy's arm might break if I carry you for too long," I joked and pinched her cheeks. Elisha pouted her lips she hates it when we say that she is getting heavier.
"I'm not heavy Mommy," she complained and crossed her arms around her chest. I laughed and looked at her face. Upon staring at it I slowly realized that as she gets older her features resemble her biological father.
