A repetitive gentle pressure on my left cheek woke me up. I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry but kind enough to notice that it was still dark. Lights from the living room swarmed in through the bedroom door that was intentionally left slightly open. Creating a trickery of shadows and silhouettes on the white walls. How long have I been sleeping? The coldness I felt on my skin tells me that dawn is approaching. There’s that constant peck again. I shifted to my left to find Emme wide awake and smiling. She kissed me again. On my lips this time. “Hey baby. Good morning. I love you.” I return the gesture, pulled her into my arms and….return the gesture again.
We promised each other to wake up a bit early that morning so we could finish up baking the cookies. I looked at my watch – 4.00 am. Right on the dot. You can always count on Emme on these things. She’s always so enthusiastic and I’m always so….well to be fair, just a few steps behind. After her attempt to get me up was defeated by my plea for an extra 5 minutes (as usual), she went to the kitchen. I presume, for a headstart.
I lie on the bed and let out a contented smile. Little does she know, I’ve finished baking everything up while she was sleeping. I close my eyes, waiting for a shriek or a “Sayang, what have you done?!” or anything bearing an indication of a shock. Sure enough, as soon as Emme turn on the kitchen light, I heard a long silence and a fast paced footsteps coming towards the bedroom. Emme jumped on top of me (not literally) and said, “Baby what time did you sleep last night? I can’t believe you did this!” I said nothing and gave out a smile. She kissed me over and over.
And yes, I slept at 2.00 am, my back is killing me and I smell like a giant pack of Hershey’s but the look on her face and that kiss – priceless!
She pulled the blanket, held me so close that the edge of her temple touches my lips and we steal a few more hours of sleep.
Morning came not a minute too soon. We scurried out of bed and instinctively head to the kitchen. Cheesy as it sounds, the two cookie jars on the counter top, brought us some sort of a feeling of accomplishment. I hugged her from the back and we swayed from side to side as if dancing to an inaudible music as we kept our eyes fixed on the outcome of what we considered a long time dream came true.
Emme packed the cookies while I prepare the thank you notes. There was much laughter and giggles from our constant tease on each other. At times, I would poke her or tickle her because Emme is so dedicated and when she does something, she’ll get so immersed in what she’s doing and forget about her surrounding (i.e. Me!). Prying for attention, I would try anything just to get her to say something or to laugh – at my expense.
We drove to the post office to drop off the packages. Bound in brown papers and white strings. We smiled all the way. Pleased with our bundles and hoping that it would convey the same joy to the addressee. All 13 of them.
We promised each other to wake up a bit early that morning so we could finish up baking the cookies. I looked at my watch – 4.00 am. Right on the dot. You can always count on Emme on these things. She’s always so enthusiastic and I’m always so….well to be fair, just a few steps behind. After her attempt to get me up was defeated by my plea for an extra 5 minutes (as usual), she went to the kitchen. I presume, for a headstart.
I lie on the bed and let out a contented smile. Little does she know, I’ve finished baking everything up while she was sleeping. I close my eyes, waiting for a shriek or a “Sayang, what have you done?!” or anything bearing an indication of a shock. Sure enough, as soon as Emme turn on the kitchen light, I heard a long silence and a fast paced footsteps coming towards the bedroom. Emme jumped on top of me (not literally) and said, “Baby what time did you sleep last night? I can’t believe you did this!” I said nothing and gave out a smile. She kissed me over and over.
And yes, I slept at 2.00 am, my back is killing me and I smell like a giant pack of Hershey’s but the look on her face and that kiss – priceless!
She pulled the blanket, held me so close that the edge of her temple touches my lips and we steal a few more hours of sleep.
Morning came not a minute too soon. We scurried out of bed and instinctively head to the kitchen. Cheesy as it sounds, the two cookie jars on the counter top, brought us some sort of a feeling of accomplishment. I hugged her from the back and we swayed from side to side as if dancing to an inaudible music as we kept our eyes fixed on the outcome of what we considered a long time dream came true.
Emme packed the cookies while I prepare the thank you notes. There was much laughter and giggles from our constant tease on each other. At times, I would poke her or tickle her because Emme is so dedicated and when she does something, she’ll get so immersed in what she’s doing and forget about her surrounding (i.e. Me!). Prying for attention, I would try anything just to get her to say something or to laugh – at my expense.
We drove to the post office to drop off the packages. Bound in brown papers and white strings. We smiled all the way. Pleased with our bundles and hoping that it would convey the same joy to the addressee. All 13 of them.
i cant imagine doing this 'crazy' thing with anyone else but u..
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