My baby boy woke up this morning, climbed down the bed, picked up his little tiger stuffed toy and pushed it to my left cheek, waking me up to his smiling gaze. "Mommmmmy!"
I got up, picked him up and a warm embrace was quickly deposited around me neck, together with a snuggling face to my chest. The morning was instantly beautiful. The overcast skies were hardly noticeable, and the kitchen smelled of freshly made coffee, Milo, and cereals. His Ate and Kuya had prepared breakfast for us.
For me and my two older kids, weekends are when we get to be happiest because our baby boy comes home to sprinkle some fun back into our lives. "Wyatt is King!" as his Kuya would say. This day was spent playing ball, having pick-me-ups and fetch (Wyatt would throw his toys out of his toy baskets and Mommy, Ate or Kuya would collect them back... much to his glee), dancing, singing, and eating.
Weekends are often planned - we plan what food to cook, what movies to watch, what activities to do - especially now since we're spending weekends at home in light of the rains. Last night, Ate cooked her own recipe of chicken soup with carrots, corn and cabbage (no corn for the little boy, but he enjoyed the soup nonetheless!). Today was squash and string beans in oyster sauce day (and he kept coming back for more!). Next weekend, we'll be having sinigang and sweet and sour fish. We love to cook our favorites when our little King is home, and boy do we eat our hearts out!
We feel so elated with every smile, every laugh, every kiss, every hug he showers us with. We feel so enamored with the sound of his voice when he speaks out his little words, when he calls out to us, or hugs our legs when he wants a hug or to be picked up. Thank God indeed for this little wonder. Praise Him for this answered prayer.
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