My Sunny Boy

My boy is a cheerful sunny boy. He has got the sweetest, biggest and warmest smile on his face. It charms me, warms my heart and bring out tears of happiness and it always wash away the sorrow when I have him in my arms.

His smile start off my day into the bright and cheerful mood. He can makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. I’m greeted by his smile each morning. When we are still in bed together, he would climb on me and laugh. If I’m not in the room, the first thing he does is to climb down the bed, walk out the room to look for me. On his way, he met kakak. He gave kakak a big chuckle. He came searching for me, when he saw me he let out the even brightest smile. I extended my arms for him, he ran straight into me giggling all the way. He will then walk away to play, singing and talking happily to himself. I want to cuddle and pinch his chubby little face. I want to capture the golden smile forever in my mind. He can play by himself, very independent. When I quietly watch him from aside, I have this overflown love for him. He’s my pride.

How different it can be for both kids that come out from the same womb. One is forever moody and grumpy. One who cry and whine for mummy when opened the eyes. One who scolded kakak instead of greeting the first thing she saw her. One that make me want to scold when listen to the whine. I hope to treat them equally despite their differences, but sometimes I failed not to be biased. I guess being No 2, he has got this in born character of cheerfulness to catch my attention. Before I have WH, I always doubt how I can love a boy, a son. I have never and can never imagine loving a boy, which to me is always naughty and michievious. But with my boy’s arrival, each of his smile, his cheekiness just caught my heart. I have this love so strong for a son that I have never imagine I could have.