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In a softly lit living room at dusk, a loving mother with gentle eyes cradles her round belly beside a glowing floor lamp while Dad kneels, smiling tenderly and whispering promises to the unborn child.
Long before you were born, I whispered, 'I love you.' My hands hugged my round belly gently. Dad smiled and talked to you, too. Every day, I dreamed about meeting you. We waited with so much hope! You made us happy already.
Morning sunlight fills the cozy kitchen as a loving mother with gentle eyes giggles at tiny kicks under her shirt; Dad leans close, laughing, one hand on the moving belly and the other holding a steaming mug.
One day, tiny kicks danced inside my tummy. I giggled and told Dad, 'The baby is saying hello!' We both laughed and wondered what you would look like. I already loved you so much. 'Grow strong, little one!' I whispered. You heard every word in your heart.
Inside the softly lit nursery, walls half-painted a gentle yellow, Dad rolls fresh paint while a loving mother with gentle eyes steadies the tray; open paint cans and storybooks lie scattered on the wooden floor.
Days passed slowly as we prepared your room. We painted the walls soft yellow together. Every night, I sang sweet lullabies. Dad read you stories, hoping you listened. Our hearts filled with love. We couldn’t wait to see your face!
In a sun-washed hospital room, a loving mother with gentle eyes cradles a child with soft brown curls wrapped in a pastel blanket, tears shimmering; Dad bends to kiss the baby’s tiny fingers beside a vase of flowers.
Finally, the day came and I held you tightly. Tears of joy filled my eyes. 'Welcome, my precious child,' I whispered lovingly. Dad gently kissed your tiny fingers. We promised to always love and protect you. Our family felt complete with you.
Afternoon light streams across the living-room rug as a child with soft brown curls wobbles forward, arms outstretched; a loving mother with gentle eyes kneels, smiling encouragingly, while Dad claps excitedly next to a stack of colorful blocks.
Soon, you tried to walk, wobbling with giggles. 'Come to Mama!' I cheered and held out my arms. You smiled, taking brave, tiny steps. Dad clapped and cheered, too. We hugged when you reached me. Every day with you was special.
Morning sunlight spills onto a rumpled bed where a loving mother with gentle eyes tickles the toes of a child with soft brown curls; Dad, standing at the doorway, holds a plate of pancake faces and grins playfully.
Each morning, we snuggled together in bed. I tickled your toes until laughter filled the room. 'Breakfast time!' I'd say, and you’d run to your chair. Dad made silly faces with pancakes. We started every day happy. Our mornings were magic!
Under bright afternoon skies at the park swing set, a loving mother with gentle eyes pushes a child with soft brown curls higher, while Dad races past the slide toward a towering oak; butterflies flutter around the breezy green lawn.
We explored the park, swinging and sliding together. 'Push me higher, Mama!' you cheered with joy. We chased butterflies and shared secret giggles. Dad raced us to the big tree. We rested, watching clouds drift by. The park was our adventure land.
In the dimly lit living-room corner, a loving mother with gentle eyes wraps arms around a child with soft brown curls as cheeks glisten; Dad crouches behind them, extending the embrace, while a discarded teddy bear lies beside the sofa.
Whenever you felt sad, I hugged you softly. 'It’s okay, I’m here,' I whispered gently. Dad joined, and our family hugs grew bigger. You smiled, feeling safe and loved always. We wiped away tears together. Love made everything better.
Night-time lamplight glows in the child’s bedroom where a loving mother with gentle eyes reads a picture book; a child with soft brown curls yawns under a blanket while Dad beside the bed turns the page, making a silly face.
Every night, I tucked you in with a warm blanket. I read your favorite stories, using funny voices. Dad turned the pages and made silly faces. 'Goodnight, my darling,' I whispered softly. You closed your eyes, safe and loved. Sweet dreams always followed.
In the kitchen afternoon, flour dust floats as a child with soft brown curls presses cookie cutters into dough; a loving mother with gentle eyes guides small hands, while Dad at the table builds a tall block tower and cheers.
We learned new things together every single day. You asked, 'Why is the sky blue?' and I answered. We drew pictures, counted stars, and made cookies. Dad helped build towers with blocks. We cheered each other on. Learning together felt like magic!
At the craft-covered dining table under warm evening light, a child with soft brown curls holds a glittery paper crown; a loving mother with gentle eyes hugs the child as Dad snaps a photo amid colored scissors and glue.
We made crafts, baked cakes, and laughed until bedtime. 'Look what we made!' you said joyfully. I hugged you close, feeling proud of you. Dad took funny photos of our creations. Each day became a precious memory. Our hearts grew happier together.
On the backyard lawn at sunset, golden light surrounds a loving mother with gentle eyes, Dad, and a child with soft brown curls locked in a three-way hug beneath swaying string lights, their faces peaceful and content.
No matter how big you get, I will always love you. 'You’re my heart,' I whisper every night. Dad and I are proud of you every day. We make new memories with every hug. Our family’s love grows forever. We’ll cherish every day together.