It claims we are having the coolest summer in 11 years. However, the mercury climbed up back, and almost reached 30 yesterday. And it seems the upcoming week will keep warm and sunny. That's all we can expect it in the summer days, isn't it?
In the evening, when the velvety and cool air coaxes breeze out of the sun-warmed air of day, I watch the sun dip behind the forest across from our house. The sky are painted and highlighted in pink and orange and transparent blue. The clouds are bedecked sporadically. I sit on the terrace, stretch my legs on the wooden couch and turn my face skywards. The whispering cedars, chirping birds and barking dogs from neighbors make me feel nothing but peaceful and cozy. The first time in months I feel entirely geared down. With my father's visit, we'd been busier showing him around. However, dragging a young baby and traveling by car are not so easy. Sometimes, we all need some solitude to keep our soul calm and our pace slow down.
I think I will remember every fibre of this one year. I remember the joy of having little Miya. I remember first time seeing her, hugging her, nursing her, bathing her and cradling her in the arms. I remember the sheer focus on taking care of a newborn. I remember the uncomfortable nervousness of being a new mother. I remember the mental discipline that keep my sanity and stop myself from going crazy. I remember strings of pleasant and sweet moments. It was an absolutely remarkable and incredible year with many new experiences and first-time try. I would never have thought of so enormous impact and happiness that a child could have brought.
And so, for the last days before returning to work, I would like nothing but smile, guggle, laugh, sing, swirl, twirl, and indulge in the sun.
