M I R A N D A
"Daddy Hugo look!" Bethany calls out.
Hugo and I moved our heads towards our baby girl as she holds her hands up to us then smiles while looking at it.
"I made the perfect flower." Bethany says while giggling.
Hugo's beautiful dimpled grin appears on his cheek and right then I fell in love with him all over again, "That's lovely baby." He responds.
I stare at Bethany as she puts the little flower down over the plate carefully. She already has flour over her forehead and over her hair while she was busy making that perfect flower a while ago. She was busy shaping the tiny dough into another flower again even though the petals didn't look even, to us it was still the most beautiful flower, like her. I watch as her little fingers mold on the dough, but then from under my la
