I held Hanaa. Today, 2 months and 22 days later, I wonder. My wife, too, wonders. Sometimes, baby Hanaa would have this serene gaze that grows into a teasing little smile. And it makes me wonder anew.
We sometime wonder when did our darling princess arrive. She's not the centre of our universe. Far from it. She's the orchestrator of our universe. As I search the depths of her eyes, I breem with joy enhanced with a flavour of the faerie. More than love is in the air, I say. There's magic at work here.
We sometime wonder when did our darling princess arrive. She's not the centre of our universe. Far from it. She's the orchestrator of our universe. As I search the depths of her eyes, I breem with joy enhanced with a flavour of the faerie. More than love is in the air, I say. There's magic at work here.