Dear Lili,
Last night around 5PM it was already pitch dark outside. I decided to take you for a walk to the grocery store in the Ergo carrier to kill time before our bath. It was cold and rainy and somewhat unpleasant weather wise but we marched forth.
People ask me sometimes what the actual feeling of having a kid is like and last night I can only describe it as this: as we walked up Smith Street you twisted your little head left and right and leaned way back in the carrier to look up at all the various Christmas lights we passed in shop windows. With each decoration we passed you let out an almost whisper of amazement, a long, slow “WOOOOOW” as if every light was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
Instead of rushing my way to the grocery store in the freezing cold I stopped at your every ‘WOW’. I took in the lights with you and echoed your “WOW” with as much amazement as I could muster as your tired but happy mother.
As we neared home I let you pause and point for one final hurrah – your tiny pointed finger and big eyes looked up at the “WING HAU” take out delivery sign from a local Chinese restaurant.
“WOOOOOOOW” you said as if you had come across the total goldmine of wonder.
“WOOOOOOOW” I echoed. I believed you.
I love it! My mom was talking about me as a baba this weekend and how, when she’d drive me around to see the Christmas lights I’d blurt “pretty lights!” to everything. Every-illuminated-thing. Including the traffic lights at each intersection.
“WING HAU”…haha. The cuteness.