Bliss is...

Sitting in your lovely airy office with large windows whispering a sweet something to the white flying malmal curtains flying with the breeze, the lush green palm rustling away, me in my 'me time,' sipping hot coffee, looking here for a gift for Ma.

Also knowing that when Pickle and Z come back from buying more bricks for the front yard, we shall all go for Pickle's first splash in the pool, kind courtesy Pickle's grandfather, as both Z and I are practically non-swimmers.

Then the sprouted potato we planted last week has grown into a dashing young sapling. Also, that the other potato, my Pickle, can now express and converse like magic. Every melon is 'pineapple,' a bump in a puddle or a jump in the bathtub is a 'splash' and 'lighthouse' 'ocean' and 'thankyou' are plain words used as daily jargon. I have to remind myself that he isn't even two yet. Much love, my darling.