Keeping my promise to myself.. part 1

Note: I promised myself since I conceived that I will write to my daughter at least every week while she is in my womb. It's been six years now. Earning my keeps to put food on the table took over the chance to just sit and write. With that was the sleepiness and fatigue that came with being pregnant.

I know that our faint rememberances of our childhood begin at around three to five years old. I feel it is unfair because she has so many amazing memories that only her heart will remember. On the other hand, nature has its reasons, childhood can be full of challenging memories better yet forgotten: that is of helplessness, struggling to walk, reaching for those objects and practically without the eloquent language of words but a cry.

I just want her to know one day, that I always talk to her . And I know that she does too, with those beautful gazes and sweet charming giggles and smiles. I wanted to record the things she loved doing, her milestones, how she made us feel, how she changed and enriched our lives day by day- and above all, how grateful we are that we have been blessed by her presence.

Thank you for choosing us, my love. We pray that we honor your choice of being with us in this lifetime.