When Life was Simple

This is the beginning of a story I am writing for my daughter.

I thought life was simple when I held you for the first time. When I looked into your eyes of wonder and fleet. As I saw the sunset on your blue eyes with the only thoughts were of you.

I thought life was simple when I took you home and I watched you grow.

When you turned one, I thought life was simple because you soon learned to take your first steps in our first apartment. You are growing so fast. You said your first words. One day you’ll be driving your first car.

When you turned 1.5 years old we moved to a bigger apartment and soon you learned to be an angel in the snow.