So one beautiful morning in London, I woke up earlier thinking I could get some alone time downstairs in the garden area. Had my laptop with me, ready to do some surfing, blogging and possibly some reading. Birds were chirping, sun was shining but just kind of kissing lightly not harshly, and the weather was so perfect I could just wear a sweater out and not freeze to death.
Not a few minutes later, I heard a familiar tone of footsteps behind me. And there they were, my beautiful son and my handsome husband, out to play in the garden too. Daniel came to me and hugged my legs on the bench where I was perched. My “me” plan was cut short but I didn’t mind it one bit. Dear Allah swt, thank You for all the blessings You have given me, especially this small little son of mine…. and I guess the handsome husband doesn’t hurt either. Hehe.