Your Eyes Are the Windows.

I admit it. I had a pretty crappy weekend, with all sorts of silly things going on. By the end, I was tired and a little fed up. Not my brightest moment.

Sunday morning, my sweet Milan arrived at the side of my bed at about 6:30am, wrapped in his favorite blankie with his paccie firmly lodged in his mouth. He sucked quietly for a few minutes, and then he grunted for me to pick him up and place him next to me, between Darian and I in the bed, as he often does. We cuddled for a few moments, and I whispered a question in his ear, as I often do, “Do I love you?”. He though for a moment, took the paccie out of his mouth, looked me in the eyes and said, “No. Your eyes are not happy”. And then put the paccie back into his mouth.

I spent the day with this constant reminder to make my eyes happy. Amazing boy.


About baciamille

I'm Alexia, Alex, Lexi or Lex, depending on who you are. I'm mom to Mia, Maxim and Milan, wife to Darian, the co-creator and CEO known as Fancy Pants at Vuka Energy Drinks. I'm a marathon running, triathlete, musician and writer, wanna be rock star, all time actress, creative, vocal and sometimes just a little crahayzy. I think that's all. One day I plan to spend most of my time on a boat in the Carribean. Oh, and baciamille means a thousand kisses in Italian. I don’t know any other words in Italian.
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