A Daze of Love

His grandparents are taking him to Los Banos today.
It's Papay's birthday.

Although he was still sleepy at 630 in the morning, we tried to make him get up from bed. Without the usual good morning kisses and hugs and smiles and tickles, he was almost instantly shoved into his daddy's shoulders and taken out of the room, while I myself was still sleepy and refused to get up from bed. I just looked on and said goodbye to Matt without even having the chance to hold him in my arms for a while.

As the door was slowly closing, I saw his face slowing turning red, his mouth turning into a pout and whispering "Mama". And then he started crying softly.

My sleepiness has now turned into a daze of love, such overwhelming feeling of wanting to take my baby back, as if such great distance and time will come in between us.

My heart just melted at such sight. I know this seems exaggerated. But my setup with my kid is not an ordinary case.

Forgetting about whatever it is his grandparents are trying to catch, I took the liberty of time to take him into my arms as we usually would, cradle him, and mumble our i love yous in between kisses. Finally satisfied with our profession of love for each other, he sits beside me, puts his hand on my lap, and tells everyone in the household:

"I love Mama. I love my Mama."