Painting my world red
He looks into my eyes so deeply, it make my soul smile truly every time I hold him in my arms. Ah! To bear my heart out on my sleeves I began to just write and cannot stop. I remember it was four months ago since I last wrote. To pen down my thought was by far kicked aside and got messed up with the daily new schedule of mine and that was to wake up, feed my baby, bath him, dress him up , feed him again, put him to sleep, carry him to work. Oh girl! You are a mom now…the newest actually who is trying to slip in every mommy’s suit that comes her way. I tell you honestly, it is lovely to have a baby you could devote so much of your time that you do not even realise when the sunrises and when it set without even notifying you a thing. You just woke up, fed the baby, changed his diaper and made him sleep and its already time to sleep at night. And at the end of the tasks you realise all you did the entire was that over and over again. They say that is the beauty of being a moth...