"Happy birthday, my Baba!!!" I exclaimed as soon as I entered my room and found my baby awake, standing on his own feet, holding onto the wooden rails of the cot. He grinned, showing off his front four teeth. I pretended to run joyfully towards him, causing him to giggle and fall onto the cot mattress, trying to crawl away in the same area as if we were playing tag.

Once I caught him, I lifted him into my arms, and he burst into laughter with one hand in his mouth and a little bit of saliva dripping from it. Aarush is now one year old, and I can hardly believe how quickly time has flown by. Even though I am not his biological mother, he has found a special place in my heart as if I had given birth to him myself.

I hugged him, showering his face with lots and lots of kisses. "Happy Birthday, my baby," I cooed, twirling us around, making him laugh even more.

Oh, My Heart!

Watching Aarush grow and experience new things has been the greatest joy of my life. His laughter is the most beautiful sound in the world, and his smiles brighten even the darkest days. As he continues to grow, I cherish every moment we share, knowing that these precious memories will last a lifetime.