S.u.c.h a boy!

There was a time when a fleeting image on a sonograph, effected a quick dip of spirits within me. A disappointment that a girl was not to be, in the second and last chance I gave myself. And its amazing how that one fleeting feeling never ever EVER resurrected itself again after that. Today, I have s*u*c*h a boy for a boy! At any given time, you can see him cooling off his heels, horizontal on the carpet, a line of cars parked neatly in a row, to be extracted one by one, ridden along an imaginary track and returned back place to await its turn once more, to be held by those sweet little fingers. Quiet and silently he plays, with not even the hum of their engines escaping his mouth, lost in how own tranquil world, commanded by his fingertips.

I peep over the breakfast bar, note this common scene of meditation, and quietly steal up behind him, the camera slung around my neck. One from the back. *click*. Walk around and one from the front. *click*. And just as I am about to walk back, he looks up, with not even an arch of his neck, but his eyes darting merrily my way......little devil that he is....knowing how to capture my heart to click one more time. *click*. The game is out into the open now, the trance broken, and he disengages from his pose and enters into my world, a wide open smile of welcome, with not a shred of irritation at my snapping up of his reverie. I smile back, say 'thank you', pat him gently and ask him to go back to his play. And with that same effortless ease, he switches back again, to his cars parked neatly in a row, taking the red out for a little spin...