The air was crisp as the sun peeked over the majestic Swiss Alps, casting a golden hue on the landscape.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and the warmth of the sun felt comforting against my skin.
I stood on the balcony of our cozy chalet, sipping a steaming cup of coffee while watching Amara and Rian play in the garden below.
Amara, with her long dark hair that cascaded like silk down her back, twirled around, her laughter ringing like the sweetest melody.
She resembled Kristen in so many ways.. her sparkling dark brown eyes, her infectious smile, and the way her laughter danced in the air.
Every time I caught a glimpse of her, I was reminded of the day she entered our lives, a beautiful manifestation of our love.
She wore a vibrant yellow dress, which seemed to reflect the sunshine and her cheerful spirit.
Rian, on the other hand, was a perfect blend of Kristen and me.. his dark curls framing a face that held a spark of mischief.
