September Morning

It's so nice to wake up to a wet monday morning and not be anywhere.

It's so nice to wake up to a rainy day and be greeted by a small round face, with a big smile revealing lines of funny looking teeth,
followed by wet, splurging kisses complete with sound effect.

He's happy we are not going anywhere this morning, looks into our eyes, as if in disbelieve and then smiles a huge smile, before planting 2 kisses each for the both of us.

And he said and pointed, "Ayah, Ibu, Iman(he can't pronounce Irfan, so Iman is how he calls himself for now), stressing the point that we are indeed together this morning, in bed.

Isnt it a great morning?

We laid there for much longer, relishing the fact that we don't need to be out of bed, that our attendance is not being recorded today, that the hours and minutes belonged to us, just for now.

the bed is just so comfortable, he hugs us again and again, then gets bored and crawls under the sheets and made both of us do the same. He made a haunting sound which meant to scare but sounded just so silly that we burst out laughing and starting tickling him all over. He tumbles on us, giggling uncontrollably.

Every morning should be like this.
Every single morning.