WHAT I LOVE ABOUT YOU

Well. In conjunction of V day today, I've decided to do a 'rosy' post to offset those terrible after effects I could still feel from yesterday.

This is dedicated to my Valentine girl.

The first thing that I love about you when I laid eyes on you is, your eyes. When you came out from me and the nurses handed you to me, I wasn't so crazy about your nose but your eyes, ouh your eyes, they were so INCREDIBLE. I remember as the nurses were wheeling us out of the labour room, those huge glazy brown peepers of yours were wide open, scanning the ceiling and soaking in the daylight. You must have been wondering why things were so bright so suddenly. They're so spectacular and almost alien-like coz you didn't have eyebrows until you were much older. In fact, during your first week, we were quite obsessed with coming up ways to get your eyebrows grow, and not worried about your hair at all, coz you had those, until they shaved you bald. Your grandmother diligently drew brows on you with candlenut oil, and the petua worked! You have beautiful well shaped brows growing after that, unfortunately countless attempts at doing the same to your bald head proved fruitless.

Of course, I realized that no child could be perfect. For those mesmerizing eyes, the lack in the hair department was the unfortunate equaliser. But I love your hair now. Your grandmother says you have my hair when I was your age, wisps of fine hair curling at the nape of your neck. In fact, you're my exact carbon copy.



What I love about you is your colourful melodious voice. Your big voice, your small voice, your talking voice, your singing voice, your whiny manja voice, your screaming screeching voice that splits eardrums and shatters sanity. It is a sound I came to love. There were times when your endless chatter exasperate me, but trust me darling, what I really want deep inside my unthinkable heart is to never hear your silence.

What I love about you is your skin, every inch of it kissable and stinky and excessively sweet depending on the time of the day. It's a shame that you would have problems with your skin throughout your life I'm sure since it's hereditary but I'm grateful so far the affected area is your neck and sometimes tiny patches on your face, because it's nothing in comparison to that poor little boy that we've met at Tesco the other day who has the acute form of the condition. Or compared to your cousins Ebby and Danish who had to battle bath time everyday due to the stinging sensation on their broken skin. I'm so ever grateful for this small imperfection.

I love your tiny delicious yawn, your adorable pandiculation when you're rubbing off those sleepy bugs. You're a horrible sleeper, you never admit that you're sleepy and you never want to wake up when it's time. I love it when you whine, "Kakak cuti hari ni..." to get away from school. How I wished the clock ticks slower come morning so that we'll have more time to roll around the bed.

I love the way you walk, the way your adorable bum wiggles from side to side coz you have toes that turn inwards, so naturally you have a very ladylike walk. The only problem is you have naturally unladylike manners as well.

I love the way you sit cross-legged on the carpet while you rot your mind silly watching the atrocious Hagemaru. You look so tiny, but you seem to grow larger with your amused grin spreading slowly on your face at each punchline. Goodness, such undivided attention you pay to the insipid show.

I love the fact that you're mortified when we'd want to turn on the dvd player with the loud sound system, especially when your Abah announces that it's gonna be a war movie (yeah, he's all about war movies lately, isn't he? *rolls eyes*) When your pleas as to not put on the dvd goes unentertained, you'd wedge yourself between us on under our arms and sit very quietly at all the rat-tat-tat-tat and kabooms. Last night, you had to endure 'Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow' with me (coz our A**sterok was suspended, yeah, just can't let that go) and you acted so ridiculous and tensed the whole time. When I teased you that you're not scared of horror movies or ghosts, but are terrified of invading robots instead, your logic was "Nuha tak takut yang hantu-hantu, yang black-black, Nuha takut yang robot-robot, yang grey-grey saje" (I'm not afraid of black ghosts, only grey robots). The comic-book atmosphere of the movie spooked you big-time, I suppose.

I love it that when you see my exposed shoulders, you'd stroke my bare skin with your soft cheeks and you'd break into your own song "Lembut momma, lembut momma...". Or you'd pull the sleeves of your shirt to expose your own shoulders and you'd chant the same silly song.

I love the way you purposely yell at me, just to see my face crumple in mock tears, and you'd quickly hug me around my neck to give me consoling pecks on my cheeks. You find this game enjoyable coz you'd probably seen the adults do it too often, you think we do it for fun.

Alas, there wouldn't be enough pixels in this blogspace for my declaration of love for you, dot (or in the whole wide blogsphere for that matter). And you know I that I couldn't love you enough to make you understand that this love of mine surpasses all - all the scoldings, the pinches, the cold shoulders and the nasty stares that you sometimes get from me. I'm truly sorry if you're ever hurt.

I'll love you for all you are, and I hope you'll love me back for what and who I am. And if you don't understand by what I mean, someday when you're old enough, I'm sure you will.