I was picking and stowing stuff in their place around the house yesterday morning when I hear her stirring in her sleep. I peek into her room and I see her still on the verge of sleep and waking - the best time when babies look unbelievably adorable, ever more innocent. I open up the blinds a little and stand looking at her, looking at how the light plays on her hair and rosy cheeks, how she is uncoordinated-ly trying to find her small hands from under the many layers of tangled comforters and blankets to shield her eyes from the light winter light, at how gorgeous her face brightens with the smile of the slowly fading dream. Then she opens her eyes, that finds me promptly, smiles more widely (a moment which makes my entire day) and raises her hands signaling me to come to her. I go and lay beside her and she snuggles upto me and asks "Cho-kil-t veedu engama?" (Where is the house of chocolate).
Really darling, I simply wish I could see what you dream.
