Jane
Amber giggles when I blow raspberries on her stomach. Her babyish laughter makes me chuckle as I relish in her adorableness.
"My cute baby." I coo and rub my cheek against hers, lovingly.
''Mommy stop.'' Amber says tiredly.
My heart feels like bursting from all the affection I feel for her. I don't have words to describe how lovely she is. Amber is no less than a miracle in my life. She has become my reason to love life again. I look forward to every day because of her. My thoughts always drift to what I have to buy for her next, the food items she likes, and the new toys in the market. Then I probe for things she might have an interest in.
So far, she loves drawing with her crayons a lot. So, I have bought her plenty. Similarly, she can't get enough of dolls and her blocks. She
