He is lying by my side, in deep sleep. I fight my desire to hold him tight lest I wake him up. I lay by my side, just watching him. Making mental notes of his features, the pace in which he breathes, his eyelashes, his lips, his hair…… I reach out and gently run my fingers through his hair. Gosh! He makes my heart sing. He stirs a little, opens his eyes sleepily and smiles at me before dozing off again. Aahhh! That dimpled smile J never fails to melt me further.
As much as I love my husband, some part of me longs for him to be away on one of his overseas trips because that is when I share my bed with Mr Dimples. I always tell Mr Dimples that this arrangement cannot go on but I still cave in when it comes to the crunch. Why am I so weak? Why does he have my wrapped around his little finger?
I have to sleep too. Can’t afford to be up all night admiring him when I have to go to work in the morning. Besides, I have to wake up earlier to send him off first. He stirs in his sleep again and inches closer towards me, putting his arms around me. I smile to myself. I am so happy he is mine. I doze off in this bliss.
The alarm rings. I drag myself to the bathroom and wash up. I prepare his toothbrush, towel and clothes. I know I shouldn’t but it gives me a certain joy pampering him this way. I kiss him on his forehead to wake him up and his smiles again. That dimpled smile ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫
I prepare his breakfast while he is getting ready and we chat while he has his bread. Nothing fancy for him in the mornings. Just bread and butter. That’s the way he likes it. When he is done, I ask him if I can put on his socks and shoes for him. He looks at me in bewilderment. That’s when I tell him that my husband would be back the next day and we could not sleep together anymore.
He cried out “Acha is coming back tomorrow?? Did he say whether he bought me the Lego set I want?” Yes, Acha is coming home tomorrow and you have to sleep on your own bed. No more sneaking into my room. Off he goes to school, hopping away in excitement with the prospect of receiving yet another Lego set.
As for me, my 8 year old son will always be one of my prides and joys and I will certainly miss sleeping with him but after 39 days of being away from my hubs (the longest we have been apart todate). Mr Dimples can sleep with his Lego set while I sleep with my own “present” tomorrow night J
beautiful post. I loved reading the article.After a long gap I am reneweing my friendship by giving a comment.
It’s a good post! But the narration did live a bad taste! I am not for using certain divine relationships (Mother and son) to write a thriller!
Too Good!!!!!!!!!
It brought a big smile on me face!!!!! Lovely!!! 
sweett! :-)…. hopefully this remains the longest u will ever spent apart
Wow….a great post
Hi Shalinni was travelling, read the blog only today. So cute Mr Dimple….oh I miss lil kids!
That was a really sweet post. Kids never grow up for their mothers but they cannot figure that out sometimes:-). Nor do the fathers , sometimes.
Mr Dimples..very sweet write up Shalini
Wow, lovely post , that was very cute, showed how much your affection towards Mr. Dimples is !
hmmmm……tujhe dekh dekh sona……tujhe dekh kar hai jagna………when my daughter comes to be with us for a few days…this is what I go through and she tells me ..Mama …….u r crazy……u know who this song is meant for?………but , say I..this is exactly the way I feel abt U darling…and she laughs……
Sweet!
Hi
luved reading dis one. ven my dotter was small i wud tickle her cheeks ven she would be fast asleep and have fun watching her make funny faces n sleep… Mr dimples s indeed sweet :)))
the joy and pride of being the mother…
awwwwwww….you sure are hopelessly in love with your hubby and baby :-)…it was a treat to read. a very refreshing post shalini…
awwwwwwwwww -Shalini - that is so cuuuuuuute - what a guy Mr. Dimples - there is nothing as
beautiful as watching a child sleeping - Innocence in all its beauty . wow what a lovely blog :))))))