Time flies so quickly every day, almost like a book lying on a hilltop, its pages flipping fast in the wind. I try to grasp each moment with Jack, memorising each smile, each quizzical expression and the thing that earned it.

I long to go back in labour, so that I might relive the ecstasy of seeing my own child born from my loins. He has grown up too fast.

He's now running, climbing, saying new words, testing them like ice cream flavours: fssh, up, *growl*, he dances, he laughs, he pulls his own penis in wonder, he pushes people away, he hugs his mom, dad, grandparents, he squeezes a strawberry and amazes at the red juice that smears his leg, he feeds himself strawberries, grapes, vegetables, he chooses his own clothes, he swims and delights in splashing his cousin.

We spend days exploring the parks, gardens, pools, malls, the different machines (read: rides) in shopping centres, music in shops where he runs in and dances much to the delight of the shop girls. He points out bugs, hairs on the grounds, tiny leaves, and marks on the floor. It's sheer delight watching him discover our world.

What a journey it has been these 14 months and the 9 before. These have probably been the best months of my life. Let me press Publish and return to it...

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