Bran Jairo. That is the name of my first born. A gift from heaven and the living testimony of miracle. Yes, MIRACLE. Such a profound word that others may refuse to believe. Yet for me, waking up every day is a miracle, and also a blessing.
Speaking of waking up, I woke up this morning with so much energy to fulfill another day’s promise, even though I woke up late and drowsy. Wanna know why? My son woke me up with his sweet scream. Sweet because it’s not too loud or too low. The moment I opened my eyes, he then gave me his sweetest smile with his gleaming eyes. That invaluable smile took away my somnolence and made my day. A smile that made me ponder of how lucky I am to have given this kind of job, no matter how daunting this task is, I still get compensated with such a priceless bliss. A kind of happiness I will treasure for the rest of my life. He then crawled over me and listened to my hearbeat. Such a heartwarming gesture of my young man.
What a joy to have a 13th month old child like him. The sweetest young man I’ve ever known.
The title above simply describes what we (me and my better half) have in common. It surely does happen all the time. It’s like a whim or wants or opinions we have in our mind that either the two of us share first. It’s like we know how to read each other’s mind. For instance, I have a craving for a certain food, my hubby simply bought it without asking me or me requesting him to buy it. It makes me giggle every time this instances happen. It’s kind of rare having a better half who knows exactly what you need without even telling him what those needs are. Perhaps this mental synchronization is the reason why we don’t have big fights and silly arguments as well. ~_^