His soft skin brushed with mine. I opened my eyes to see him once again. His huge eyelashes, pink lips, and fair skin felt like magic, mysticism composed all over him. I wanted to sleep, it was late at night. I waited for this moment every day. To go to bed. But after he slept, all I did was stared at his innocence, completely in awe of him.
This is my love story. The most beautiful one for me. It’s about love between a little boy and his mother. Love in the purest form is the one between a child and his mom, nobody can beat this equation ever. I fall in love with my little son every single time I look at him. Our story began the day he was a tiny seed in my womb. Slowly I felt him, heard his heartbeat, and fell in love with his little kicks inside my tummy.
When my son was born magic unfurled into my life. The first touch, a little peck on his cheek, and his first cry, all felt like a little universe all within itself. The first time my son breastfed and thereafter after every feed we both felt one with each other. Our bond felt finer, stronger, and unbreakable.
The best part of my love story is the learning process. I discovered the true meaning of love. The virtues of patience, gratitude, tolerance, and understanding came to me unknowingly. The more I gave, I received multiple in return. I acquired additional faith, hope, and devotion every time I made any sacrifice or adjustment. In every love story, give and take and making sacrifices for each other makes the bond stronger.
My son and, I complete each other. Every day is Valentine’s when love is pure and divine!
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