To the little soul I carried in me, to you my little baby
Six months old you are now and I feel your kicking and ambition to be born, to breath, to play, to open your eyes to colours, to smell and to live.
My baby , your are my worry and my hope, you are my fear and my shelter.
My baby, life goes by me and I worry about you, life has no mercy on me or anyone, life is hard and tough, my little girl, I have not seen you yet, but I love you already.
My baby, life is not as exciting as you dream, but i will be there for you, I will hold your hand tight and we will pass through life together fearless.
Waiting for you baby
Waiting for your smile
Waiting for your beautiful first words
