Since she was a newborn, her Baba would sing this song that he made up as he went along "Joone man, azize man, gole man, khoshkele man..." (my life, my dear, my flower, my beauty), basically a string of endearments. Today I was dressing her, and her Baba was looking on and keeping her company and he started the usual list. "Mooshe man" she prompted (my mouse), and he repeated it. "Mah" (moon) she added, and he confirmed that she is indeed his moon. They are both endearments that she has often heard from him. Then, in the most exquisite tone, and signing while she spoke, she said "happy".
Here we celebrated the Birth of Baha'u'llah today. We are thankful for all His blessings.
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