Letter No.8 baby's eyes

 

It's 10 past 5 in the morning.

It has become my morning routine 

to awake to the sound of a loud boohoo cry 

and to give Bubu his regular 220ml of formula. 

Then I either put him straight back to bed

or play with him till he feels drowsy. 

This morning, I took him outside just for a few minutes 

to give him some fresh air. 

Birds are chirping,

dew drops on hydrangea flowers sparking in blue and purple colors.

We are stepping into a rainy season of the year. 

Feeling the morning breeze on his cheeks, Bubu stares at me in round-eyed wonder.

"Hey Daddy, what kind of day are you going to make it for me today?"

then he smirks as I poke him on his nose. 

Seeing the world through bubu's eyes

changes the way I see the world. 

People's voices are louder

Building's Lights are brighter 

Streets are smellier 

But at the same time

The raindrops sound like a drum beat

Unkept indoor plants look like giant fern trees in a jungle

A walk to a nearby pediatrics feels like a little adventure 

And out of thin air, I hear long-forgotten musics

"Hey Daddy, don't you dare space out and waste our time! Your have a busy day full of Bubu-to-do-list! For a starter, you change my nappy! move your butt!"

Oops he's getting fussy. 

OK OK

Daddy's moving. 

To be continued...