C72 MML 72

"Happy first birthday, Amari!" we both greeted Amari in unison as the clock struck twelve.

We exchanged glances and laughed when Amari smiled at us.

"She's one year old now," I happily commented, turning to our child again.

I let her crawl on the fur carpet. I've been trying to put her to sleep earlier, but she didn't want to, so now that it's already midnight, it's only right to greet her