My One Cent Worth of Thoughts

Joy is to have one arm tucked around 小小宝贝 while he sleeps. One arm and one leg sprawled over me; his baby face just 5 cm from mine; eyes closed with long sooty eyelashes over his cheeks; rosebud mouth slightly opened; gently breathing while he sleeps.

I can smell his sweet baby fragrant breath, so near to my face.

I’m going to have a crick in my neck, from lying in this unnatural position. Not too long though because my little man will grow up all too quickly.