Window Seat

The smile was like a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice, chilled on a hot day out.
It was like the first drops of rain throwing up the dust of the hardened barren ground, bringing out the scent of the greenery.
It's like the warmth of your room as you walk in from the misty cold outside.
It was like the meal lovingly prepared by mum when you come home after a long time.
It's like the first flower you receive from your loved one.
It was the diametric opposite of the heart-wrenching sob of your child waking up to find his mother not at his side.

It was the smile of an infant as he was indulged by his mother and father, both parties unable to fully express their affection bursting from inside.

The best they could afford in the packed train was a 'snuggle triad' - the husband and wife leaning into each other, the baby held between his parents. As the crowd was jostled about in the mild chill of the train carriage, those around could not help be disarmed of their reserve when this bundle of joy waved without discrimination at anyone who did or did not catch his stare. There were those who were fortunate enough to be favoured with a smile as well - I'm sorry but I cannot bear to forego these moments behind the fourth wall in this blog - and I was lucky.

As the father improved his vocabulary...
"Goat."

Gaa

"Cow."

Goo

"Cat."

Gaa..?

And his mother showered him with loud kisses..
"Pmmwah"
"Pmmwah"
"Pmmwah"

...the baby snuggled perfectly at home shrouded in this blanket of love. (The sweetness of these moments puts this blog in danger of being diabetic, if not at least impaired tolerance.)

If words could tell me anything, I hope when I read this hence, years from now, I will be able to catch a glimpse of this moment somewhere within me.

(AngelDoc: I hope to complete your tag soon. My time in the hospital has been eye-opening if not experience-gaining, not to mention busy and enjoyable, oddly enough.)