My son.. My love..

I remember before I had my own child, I was surrounded by my lovable and gorgeous nephews, I was secretly worried that it will be hard to love my own as much cos he's not going to have those charming eurasian good looks. A colleague told me that your own offspring will always be the cutest. Of cos I had my doubts then.

When fu came along, I discovered the truth in what my colleague told me. Such a chubby, cuddly, cute little single-eyelid chinese little baby. I was instantly in love with him..

Now that he's bigger, sometimes I would find myself sitting by the side watching him play with his lego building choo-choo train or his big house and slowly.. my pupils would be turning into heart shapes..

Other times when I'm walking behind him and his daddy.. I'd notice I'd start gazing at him from behind.. The surrounding will slowly cloud into a blur. My attention will be solely drawn to his back view.. Handsomely dressed in his jeans, polo tee and belt.. Or sometimes just in simple shorts and singlet.. I'd be so in awe.. "Wow! That's my son! Can u imagine it? That's MY son!"

Yes, that's my son.. my sweet little big boy. My son, who will run to give me a big, wet, sweaty hug when I open my mil's house door.. My son, who'll turn to me and kiss me on my lips when I say to him every night.. "good night, I love you.."