The joy a newborn brings

I can see it in his eyes.

How he'd come over to my place, rain or shine, bringing me lovingly boiled bird's nest, helping with marketing for my confinement meals and running errands for me. How he'd walk towards baby's room and watch closely as she sleeps. Once she stirs, he'd gently pick her up and starts speaking to her. How his eyes lit up as he shares with us when she finally opens her eyes and looks into his. How pleased he is when she drinks contently as he bottle feeds and burps her. How contented he is, just to hold her in his arms, gently stroking her with his hands. Those arms which held me, and those hands, have weathered over the years.

Dad's first meeting with little Ava

I may not remember but I am sure this is how my father sees me when I was a baby.

My dad & I (around 18 months old)

In comparison to what he's done for our family, for me, I am really ashamed of myself. I am happy that bringing my two lovely kids into this world have brightened and enriched his life and how he is such a proud and doting grandfather today. I can't express how thankful I am to have him in my life and how lucky I am. I love you so much Papa.

Same same but different - his favourite boy