your smile when I wake up is the sweetest good morning wish. you sitting in my lap when I have my lunch makes me drool over you in a flash of cuddling romance. another smile when I leave for work keeps me soaked for the rest of my day. when I am back, your smile is what I wait and despise the day that took a long time to get over.
yes, your smile is magic. yes, your smile is my energy. yes, your smile is my way forward. yes, you smile and I smile. vicious kisses all over.
my weekend these days means lots of cuddling and indulging in nonchalant pampering of my 5 month old toddler. yes, everything is surrounded by his exploits and his presence dictates the agenda of our day. he smiles, makes weird sounds, smiles again, doesn’t cooperate for a feed, loves to be patronised with love, touch and physical presence. positions have to be amended periodically to accommodate his convenience, sleeps little and smiles more. a pleasant baby, smiles when he gets up in the morning and laughs his way through as we remain flooded in his palatial charm. de-prioritising miscellaneous to cajole him, postponing usual chores to indulge in a childish monologue with his ovulate expressions. he exudes life in to me, and two days aren’t enough to soak myself in his tiny little world of inundated dreams. as another monday creeps in, I tell my wife – I envy you.
When the smile rejuvenates me.
Holding your just born son in your hands is a feeling beyond describable words. For a change, I have run out of ammunition as the newly born has swept me off my feet and I don’t feel the earth beneath me. The moments when we saw each other – yes, you can argue that the baby was oblivious of his father’s inquisitive eyes that ran like crazy to say – son, am your father and I love you. Yes, he will not respond now, nevertheless but a new era has begun, a new relationship has just created this world around me that I never knew existed till you happened to me. You don’t know who I am, yet. But you are my world, my life, my heartbeat. My everything, I guess. And I want you to know it.
Cheers to us, our life and we both are indebted to your mother, the woman of my life and the featherbed of your existence.
Till you open your eyes, mine will remain famished.