His Hugs keep me Warm

His Hugs keep me warm... His smile brightens my day.... His touch makes me feel protected.... His songs keep me lively. If it werent him I wouldnt have been born ever. May be God kept me alive to bless me with one of his beautiful creations. It may sound as if i'm talking about my husband but no I'm not talking about him..It's my son.
The other day when my son took my face and hid amongst his small shoulders..I realised the meaning of true love..the most unconditional and purest in its form. Every parent happens to praise thier kids just out of sheer wonder on whatever new things thier kids do. I must say that I'm happy and proud of my Son for he knows what Love is and also how to care for others. The only thing I ever wanted my son to learn is to be a good human being and he is already on his way to it.
I was totally amazed by the way he takes care of the guests and family members even though he just 16 months. he chitchats though his words have no meaning yet they are so full of meaning..He would be alert and try to find out what his guests want and manage to get it for them. I was totally taken aback whne he took care of me the day I had one of those migraine attack. He made sure he was by my bed side till his dad didnt return. Whenever I'm down, he would instantly pep me up in his cute ways that no words could ever explain. Sometimes I wonder, do I really deserve such a wonderful Gift..
Love you honey!! You are a gem and I'm really lucky to have you in my life.

A Tear And A Smile -Khalil Gibran

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heartfor the joys of the multitude.And I would not have the tears that sadness makesto flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understandingof life's secrets and hidden things.A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind andto be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing thanthat I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in thedepths of my spirit,for I have seen those who aresatisfied the most wretched of people.I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petalsand sleeps, embracingher longing.At morning's approach she opens her lips to meetthe sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and cometogether and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleysuntil it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weepingto the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to returnto the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated fromthe greater spirit to move in the world of matterand pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrowand the plains of joy to meet the breeze of deathand return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.