Tenderness of the warm skin. Eyes closed, the lashes slightly trembling. Changing so quickly. Now sleeping deeply, probably dreaming of his toys. A few minutes ago laughing with that slightly husky baby-boy laughter – when I was pretending to bite him on the neck. Now sleeping. With the toy – Arubean ‘shmaraka’ grasped firmly in his little hand. Could the words be found to describe the peacefulness of the fragile child’s sleep? Or the sharp pain piercing through my heart at the moments he cries? And the pride I felt when he made his first steps? Or the infinite and all encompassing happiness that fills me when he, who only days ago learned to walk, runs to me with his arms wide open – ready to give me the best, the world’s sweetest hug.
My Son
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