My husband has a very kind eyes, you know. The type that emit kindness & calm to everyone who sees. A clear, beautiful eyes. My father also has kind eyes, very much like husbando right there. My baby has curious eyes while my brother and my mother both have sharp eyes. You can learn so much about a person from their eyes only. It is said to be a window of one soul. I was once (well, twice) fell into my hazy state. My eyes were very cloudy with self hatred, thousands of worries, sadness; loneliness & everything. I was paralyzed, unfocus & very weary that you can literally feel how tired I was. I feel tired to my bone and all I want to do is climb onto my bed and go to sleep. Just gonna sleep the day away. The occurrence saddens my father so, so much that his shoulder was slumped; his eyes darkened, he’s beyond exhausted & very overwhelmed. For the first time in his life, my father didn’t know what to do. But he still showed up. He...
S omething threw me out today. I’ve been with my husband since I was 25 so that was like, 4 years of my time already? Really? How come something feels so fleeting, so unbelievably comforting and loving at the same time? There’s never really a time when I did not feel grateful to have him as my companion (of course he does have his flaws but it’s only for my eyes to see & my ears to hear, right?) He’s the most amazing; laid back and just, the funniest person ever. He studies hard, he works hard and he loves even harder. He adapts well to literally anything life threw at him. I’m so glad I’m on the front row seat to watch him grow, and blissful enough to grow alongside him. That great person once doubt that he himself would not be able to be close to his children, the one thing that I will zealfully deny because I observe first hand what kind of a father he is. He’s the father whose child come into his embrace on the small hours of the night then soothe the child back to s...