No words

My baby's flowers finally succumb this morning; my baby got up and got ready first - the alarm went off at stupid o'clock and we spent the first ten minutes thereafter coming around from a sleepy haze. I love that time of morning, despite the fact that I'm such a bad morning person, I honestly love that sleepy hazy feeling of lying awake in bed next to my baby; it's so quiet, peaceful and it just feels like I'm coming back into the World from another planet. My appreciation of how beautiful my baby is is at it's peak at that time of day too, it's kind of like I'd forgotten just how beautiful he is after a sleep and it's like waking up to the first morning together every morning. My heart skips a beat when I turn to see my baby next to me in bed and he is so unbelievably cute when he's just woken up; oh gosh he's stupidly cute and his sleepy smile is to die for. My baby leaned over and kissed me so softly and the sparks just ignited inside; oh gosh I told him his kisses were wonderful and I asked him ever so politely for some more, my baby kissed me again and again, I could have stayed there all day kissing my baby but work intervened quite rudely! As my baby was getting ready in the bathroom the last memory of last night before I fell to sleep came back to mind; I was lay on my side curled in the foetal position and my baby was on his side lay right up into my back with his hand stretched out over me. We were so close and I felt so safe and secure; we couldn't have been any closer and I could feel certain parts of his body pressed into me. It was the last thing I remembered, I must have slept well because I don't remember anything else until the alarm clock went off; it's no wonder I slept well........

My baby returned from the bathroom as naked as the day he was born, it was such a sight that I literally jumped out of bed in one motion and headed over to give him a kiss, a cuddle and a grope before allowing him to get ready in peace whilst I took over in the bathroom. By the time I'd finished and got ready, the bed was made and my baby was downstairs making coffee and pouring the cereal - he looks after me so much and my baby's disagreeing here saying it's me that looks after him most of the time. But he is such a kind and considerate soul, and so thoughtful, nothing's any trouble for him and he doesn't expect any praise for anything he does; he's as beautiful on the inside as he is on the outside. Have I told you recently that I love you baby? Oh gosh, I've gone all shy and bashful again; my baby makes me all giddy at times, oh I don't know but it's a nice feeling, sometimes I feel so innocent; and as my baby's just said it's such a good feeling to have - it's so true.

After we'd finished breakfast my baby went into the lounge to open the curtains allowing the morning light to pour in and, as always, he went to check on his flowers and what remained of them were in a poor state. They'd lasted nigh on three weeks which we both said was nothing short of a miracle and they had brought so much colour and joy to our lives, my baby's in particular - gosh how he loved and cared for them, and how I loved to watch him; they were worth every single penny and then some. I didn't say anything to him as we headed out for work but it was always at the back of my mind from that moment on until I found myself in Marks & Spencer getting my lunch; until I found myself perusing through the flower section and walking out with lunch and two bunches of tulips............

This time I got home way before my baby, as I normally do on a weekday, and so had plenty of time to hide the tulips; the old flowers were still in the vase, so it appeared like nothing had changed. To be honest I had to fight myself from telling him at lunch time, I was sat eating my lunch and replying to a text my baby had sent me; and I was so excited that I'd bought him some more flowers that I wanted to tell him straightaway - I'm terrible at keeping things a secret, particularly if I know such secrets will bring so much happiness. My baby got home from work and I was trying my best to leave the surprise until he'd got washed, changed and settled down but it was killing me, somehow I managed to do it but only just. As soon as my baby returned downstairs I let it slip, I said I hope you don't mind but I bought you something today, before opening the back door and grabbing the flowers I'd placed out of view outside. Now I wasn't feeling sentimental and it was never in the plan for me to cry but as soon as my baby set his eyes on the flowers; one huge smile grew across his face - a smile so beautiful, that meant so much to me and connected straight to my heart, that, well the tears welled up in my eyes and began rolling down my cheeks.

Lots of hugs, kisses and kind words later my baby managed to dry my tears and then started to unwrap his flowers. I just sat in the kitchen watching him and as ever he was so careful with them - he washed the vase out, filled it up with fresh water, added the liquid food, trimmed the tulips down and took so much time arranging them. All the while he was talking out loud, saying how beautiful they were and talking to the flowers as he placed them in the vase; I just couldn't help but smile and feel so happy, it was so beautiful to watch. Eventually my baby finished, picked the vase up and asked me what I thought of his display; sometimes there are no words to describe such beauty.............