Five years ago

I became a mom. I held a new life in my arms for the first time. Someone so perfect and beautiful. Our love and souls intertwined and made our daughter. I still am not able to remember much about that day. It was an arduous labour that ended in a C-section. However, I do remember that holding her felt right. She was mine and I belong to her. I looked at her and found a new kind of love. A love so intense that it still brings me to tears. I feel it in my chest and it extends to every follicle of my body. That day I thought that my love for her was big. I thought that I could love no one else as much as I loved her. I was wrong. I love her more.

Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet baby girl. I love you, Desmina.