I love looking at my children sleeping. What amazes me more is both of them sometimes laugh in their sleep. While there are people who talks in their sleep, my kids laugh in their sleep and this tickles my ribs.
As I look at the little girl, I realize that she does look like me, but she is just the fairer version and even the prettier version as those imperfections in me become perfect in her.
The little boy on the other hand is the exact replica of his Dad, although he got my big round eyes, but he got most of his facial features from his Dad. From his hair, to his round face, his lips and most especially his well-chiseled nose. He doesn’t need any nose job or a revision rhinoplasty surgery, because he already got a perfect nose just fit for his face.
I have these feelings that when he grows up girls would probably fall down on their feet just for him. But for now, I know that I am still the only girl in his life.
May 11th, 2008 at 1:12 am
whew… nice posts… im glad u are back in writing… i think I’ll be sneaking into my little inigo’s room to watch him sleeping too, when he gets born