Bella in Italian means Beautiful!
Beautiful Birthdays for my Ysabella!
So I finally decided to blog my firstborn's sweet, wonderful birthdays. I am a busy mother who work full time and when I take time to do these little preparations, I feel humbled & honoured, pleased and happiest when I get busy on the few little weeks coming up to my precious little girl's birthday. I grew up not having the chance of knowing or remembering my own mother for she passed away at my tender age of 2 so every year that Bella turns older, I am quite thankful and blessed that I get to share these special moments with her. I have one favourite photo of my mother, Flora and me which I keep on a small frame inside Bella's room. It is a photo of her and myself on the 11th of February, my very first birthday! My mother who was a primary school teacher then was lovingly mentioned by my aunt (her first cousin who eventually became my surrogate mother) as a smart dresser. Photos I have seen of her were always feminine. It also brings me to contemplate on how she would have prepared for my very first birthday. It was quite hard to reproduce a sephia photo. I had to remove this from the small antique frame.
After my baby's first bday party, I was going through the photos that my husband took and was amazed after seeing a shot of myself and Bella quite similar to the one of my mother and I. Feeling blessed to feel your love all over again, my mommy.
Beautiful Birthdays for my Ysabella!
So I finally decided to blog my firstborn's sweet, wonderful birthdays. I am a busy mother who work full time and when I take time to do these little preparations, I feel humbled & honoured, pleased and happiest when I get busy on the few little weeks coming up to my precious little girl's birthday. I grew up not having the chance of knowing or remembering my own mother for she passed away at my tender age of 2 so every year that Bella turns older, I am quite thankful and blessed that I get to share these special moments with her. I have one favourite photo of my mother, Flora and me which I keep on a small frame inside Bella's room. It is a photo of her and myself on the 11th of February, my very first birthday! My mother who was a primary school teacher then was lovingly mentioned by my aunt (her first cousin who eventually became my surrogate mother) as a smart dresser. Photos I have seen of her were always feminine. It also brings me to contemplate on how she would have prepared for my very first birthday. It was quite hard to reproduce a sephia photo. I had to remove this from the small antique frame.
After my baby's first bday party, I was going through the photos that my husband took and was amazed after seeing a shot of myself and Bella quite similar to the one of my mother and I. Feeling blessed to feel your love all over again, my mommy.
