When I see you smile See a ray of light Oh see it shining right through the rain

Better late than never, I convince myself as I begin to write about
Ri, 3 days before she turns 3 months old.
The writer in me wanted to write about it all; my labor, her birth, how her father and I stared at her, crying, only pausing to ask each other what we had ever done to deserve this little bundle of divinity. I wanted to record each day for posterity, binding it all together in a diary which she could read and remember in the years to come. My best laid plans never fail to remain true to their name, at best 'laying' in my head ! Better late than never, I convince myself as I begin to write about Ri, 3 days before she turns 3 months old.
I have always viewed God as a great leveler, someone who continually ensures that the best things in the world are available for free, like a vision of the ocean or a baby's smile. Now, I am tempted to thrown in $2.91 for a chilled bottle of Corona but let's stick to nature-esque things for now. I'm pretty sure that the guy who paid top dollar for a night at the Royal Penthouse Suite in President Wilson, Geneva may not necessarily feel that way but in my own simple penthouse-free world, Ri's smile confirms my view on God and his leveling.
Having Ri has helped me make peace with myself in ways that I never thought possible.I feel strangely liberated. Life becomes easier when you don't obsess about yourself so much.You then find time to enjoy your baby's smile. And, write about it.

Blog Title : When I See You Smile – Bad English