When I hear her voice on the phone, the sweet little nothings that she says out magically become words, talking to me, asking about my day, telling me about hers.
And when I see the picture of her sleeping on her side, as she always seems to do now, I wish I were right next to her on a Saturday morning, the alarm clock quietened, looking at her, watching her sleep.
How I yearn to run my fingers through her hair, how I wish I were the reason for every small shy smile on her tiny lips.
And the sight that widens her eyes into joyous glee.
Oh, how I miss my daughter.
4 comments:
:)..I call her Lady Shakes
She's sooooo pretty.... With her big black eyes and bouncy curls...
(in caes ur wondering, i'm Indu's frnd and i saw one of the pics of Aditi dat u sent her)
This. is the kind of stuff that makes me go 'aaaaawww'!!! Great going Daddy :-)
p.s: i moved to wordpress btw, please to note
hahaha
avasaanam thakarththu.
;-)
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