Your daughter, Emily, was turning two years old today. She was the sweetest girl ever, her eyes bright blue as her dad's while her curls resembled yours.

She brought light into your lives, always making you happy with her cheeky smile.

She had a wide vocabulary already, words messily slipping past her tongue every second of the day. She enjoyed singing the same corny song over and over again, dancing all over the place ever since she obtained the hability to stand on her two feet by herself.

Andy and you had moved nearby the beach when you found out you were pregnant. You wanted your child to have the best experience growing up, and you thought that living by such a peaceful place would help you achieve that.

You had come back from the beach this afternoon, all three of you full of sand and seasalt, directly to the bathroom. The girl enjoyed being in the water more than any kid ever had, so baths were never a problem.

You stepped in the shower and prepared everything that was needed to clean Emily up. You were having a small dinner party with your neighbours later into the evening, so she had to be ready as the birthday girl.

Giggles filled your ears as Andy held the baby in the air as if she was a small plane, placing her down on the wide tub and making her stumble onto you as you kneeled down on the floor in front of the shower faucet.

You took her swimsuit off and started spraying her with lukewarm water, her hands distracted with a dolphin toy.