Most amazing feeling

Seeing my husband being a father

Is the most amazing feeling

In the whole world

There’s nothing quite like it.

The way he looks at him

with such adoration in his eyes,

mixed with disbelief and pure happiness

He literally never took his eyes off him.

The way he hold him,

The way he talks to him,

The way he sings to the baby.

Their connection was so

mesmerizing to watch, though.

His calm demeanor affects him

almost instantly. So my baby stops crying

and just, calmly and curiously listening to his

father’s voice. Incredible.

I’m thankful to be able to witness all of this first hand, and couldn’t wait to grow more

with these two lovely people.

So cheers to many,

many adventures to come! 🤍

Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 6 September 2023.

Pukul 9 pagi.

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