all we can do is keep breathing

It's hard not to fall in love with this little guy. And I keep sniffing his sweet scents. There really is something about that baby-smell. He's gone now, along with my two elder sisters. It's weird to actually miss baby cry in the house. And I say I don't bother to pack away all the baby-stuff that's placed in the living room. Truth is, I don't quite want to yet. It's like with the Christmas-tree. You don't want to take it down straight after Christmas. You wait.