Early this morning, after the boys were awakened, little L reached out from the father’s arms to get to me, wanting me to carry him. Seeing this, the elder brother wrapped his arms around my leg to stop me from moving any further. Any other mother might have irritated to have to deal with such sibling rivalry before the crack of dawn but I was thoroughly elated. Barely half an hour later, I was saddened by the thought that while I am so loved, so wanted and so needed now, I would one day become only the second most important woman in their lives. Silly me.

I. am. hooked.

I have been following up on Aknacer and Rosie Hardy’s love story on flickr. I log in religiously every day to keep up. It is so touching, surreal, romantic. At times like these, I wish I were a teenager again.

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Yesterday, so fed up was M at having to deal with the camera in his face again that he tried to foil my photo-taking attempts. Heh. He had inadvertently given me a jewel of a shot.