I’m back, once again after a long hiatus – like I always say, life gets in the way.
Right now, as I write, with the rain pounding down, she’s sleeping peacefully behind me, my daughter, Amy, making cooing noises and waving her arms around from time to time.I’m a bit a loss for words this time around — I keep telling people the feeling of being a parent, the sudden burst of love I felt for my daughter as she emerged from her mother’s womb, is incredibly profound. I just cannot seem to find the words for it.
All I know is that I hang on her every smile, every turn of her head, every facial expression she makes. She makes baby sounds and my heart melts. She cries and all I can think about is how to make her feel better.I think there’s some sort of secret club parents suddenly find themselves a part of once their firstborn comes out into the world — the sleepless nights, the worrying over our little ones, the immense joy our children give us and all the small things in-between create a sort of unspoken bond, with our shared experiences things that other non-parents can never really relate to.
I look behind me and I want to kiss her chubby little cheeks, but I don’t want to wake her. My wife sleeps beside her, and I am thankful for the gift of love and life the Lord has given me through these two marvelous girls.
AMYGAMEY! Tim, apologies in advance if I ever bite her chubby cheeks.
Hahaha! Bawal sa cheeks! Sensitive pa kaya prone sa rashes.
If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and burn… ALL YOUR SHOES. LOL.