My angel Maryam gave me this heart shaped card last night (one of her and Sakinah's countless lovely cards and drawings I keep in my big box).
This one touched me so much because of what she said...I am her HERO.
Maryam dearest, you and Sakinah have ALWAYS been mine.
You both are beautiful inside and out, warm, so wise, so emphatic, so patient, so funny, so loving, so kind to others and animals and even plants and trees...and you are my heart, my soul and my life.
There is nothing more that I love than lying in bed at night with the both of you asleep in each crook of my arms and breathing in that distinct baby smell that still remains in your hair. I gently kiss your soft, sweet lips each night as you dream, pray for you, regret the words that come out in times of anger and hope for His Mercy and Forgiveness, caress your soft cheeks and smooth your brows, trace the outline of your lovely faces, pull you close and wish that the peacefulness of that moment would never end.
That is something she can never have.
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salam, (sorry i removed previous comment after noticing several horrific typos) :)
I stumbled upon your pleasant blog while blog jumping. This post touched me.
I think no one will know the feeling until they become a parent. I was a hesitant father, never knowing if i would be good enough, scared that I couldnt be a good father, affraid that I couldnt guide or provide for her.
I was so scared when my wife was about to give birth..until i held her in my arms. That was when I knew that everything was going to be okay.
Over the past 2 years, it seems like the lost hours of sleep, the diapers change at wee hours, the financial hurdles, all seem to be worth it when I look forward to coming home after a long days work to hear my 2 year old shout PAPAAAA!!! and run towards me and give me a big hug as i walk through the door. Or the weekeends i spend snuggling on the couch with my wife and daughter while watching tv and both of them falling asleep on each side of my arms.
I cant say i understand the last sentence, maybe its something personal . Whatever it is, it sounded painful. Hope you will persevere
PS - im new to blogging, sila2 lah drop by if you have the time.
Salam Riddzy,
Thanks for dropping by. Nice blog you have too! Nice to know that some men can talk about their feelings openly too!
2 years old? Hahaha...wait until they get to be 11 and 8 like mine.
Then you won't be sleeping on the couch...will be fighting over the remote...I swear I can't watch another episode of "Wizards of Waverly Place", "Hannah Montana" or "Unfabulous"...that's where all the major drama begins...hahaha...
I wanna drool over CSI NY guy too la!
Awww - that's so so sweet...)
yeah Sis Kama,
They give me self made cards all the time...especially after I marah them for something...then I feel soooo evil....
Our children are our greatest treasure, no? You are indeed blessed.
Pat
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