Here we come...

Have I told you how I hate packing? The idea of doing that & knowing that soon things should be unpacked really is a hassle. But the truth is, Im not used to doing the packing thing. That is one of the few things HB is good at.... I would just choose the clothes to bring, mine & the kids, and he does the excellent job stealing spaces in the luggage bag. Which obviously means, unwrinkled clothing is highly recommended.

Why are we packing? That's right... we are going for a vacation. To Dubai. Well, not really a vacation but more to visiting our dear friends in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. Ive never been to the middle east before & have never witnessed a desert in my life. Sounds very hot huh? But it's winter now & heard that the temperature there is about 15 degrees C. That is just perfect...

The girls have been counting days. Ive been praying hard that the trip will be a smooth one. It's not easy travelling with kids. To be exact 2 children & a toddler. Hope things will turn up just fine.
Will update about this trip once Im back. Dubai here we come!!

The Winds Beneath Their Wings!

Last night as I put my three girls to bed, I could see the different characters in each one of them.

Amirah Yasmin the eldest, at 8 has shown her loves of books. Every single night, she will digest herself into her reading. Even how noisy her sisters can be preparing themselves for bed, she would just indulge herself in whatever she is reading.

My second, Amirah Wardah is the most pampered. She is already 6 but would get jealous whenever I show extra affections to either Yasmin or even my little Balqis. In spite of that, she is one of those persons that you have to be extra careful with what you say. She listens, thinks, tries to accept but if the logic is not there... happy elaborating!

Amirah Balqis, though the youngest is very independent. She is only 2 yrs & 2 months but learning things very fast. Always showing her cheeky looks which makes her dimple more prominent.

It feels just like yesterday giving birth to each one of them. Sometimes thinking on how fast they grow, brings this melancholy feelings in me. The day will come when I have to present them their pair of wings to fly. Really hope I will be fully prepared when it arrives. With the close attachment that we have restored, I want nothing in the world but be the winds beneath their very wings.

This blog is about my beautiful life with all the beautiful people in it. I might be the winds beneath the wings but what's the point of the winds if there were no wings to fly with? Now... does that really make sense? Hahaha...