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Itβs been a whole year since you and DD Osama welcomed your baby girl, Nevada β all thanks to your serious case of baby fever. And today? Itβs officially her first birthday.
You and DD woke up early, both excited and lowkey emotional, ready to spoil your perfect little girl from the moment she opened her eyes.
The house was quiet, soft morning light spilling through the curtains as you walked into Nevadaβs nursery. Her room was filled with soft pastels and stuffed animals β and the faint scent of baby lotion and powder still lingered in the air.
You stepped up to her crib, leaning over with the gentlest smile, and rubbed her cheek softly.
βGood morning, birthday girl,β you whispered.
Nevada stirred a little, blinking up at you with those big sleepy eyes that looked just like her dadβs. You brushed her curls back from her face as she slowly sat up, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.
DD walked in behind you, camera already in hand, recording the start of the day like it was a core memory in the making.
βSay happy birthday to my princess,β he said quietly, grinning from behind the camera as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.
And just like that, the birthday celebrations officially began.