Yllac is more than 6 weeks young now. And I LOVE HIM.
I love smelling him. He smells so nice. I love his cute little mouth and the way he bites his lower lip like he's chewing on something especially before he succumb to sleep. I love his chubby cheeks, his pointy chin, his chubby little fingers, his arms and legs that's packing on pounds now. I love the sound of his voice and the small cries he made when he can't sleep on his own. I love singing to him, dancing him till he fall asleep in my arms. I love feeding him, burping him, giving him a bath and kissing him on his tummy. I love the way he looks at me, smiles at me when am talking to him. I love that he's trying to answer me back by smiling and opening his mouth as if he's saying something. I love the fact that he looks very much like my Father. Feels weird too. I love that his body clock is of a real human being now - sleeping about between seven to nine in the evening. And I love that we're not sleep deprived nowadays. I love how my friends call me Mommy Den now. I love that Yllac already loves me, needs me like I am the most important person in the world. I love that through Yllac, my husband and I are connected forever no matter what. I love that Yllac sealed our marriage for life. Right now I am so in love no hate can hurt me. Motherhood is love. You should try it sometime. Only If I've known I should have been a mom long before.
dress: vintage from my mother-in-law
boots: Go Jane