Listen (five minute friday)

It happens when he thinks I am not listening. When I am busying myself hanging laundry, washing dishes or cleaning floors. Tenderness between father and son floats through the hallway like a sweet melody. I hear the giggles of pure delight from a tiny boy as his daddy lifts him in the air, providing wings to fly. If I am very quiet, I can hear the sweet words exchanged with innocent babbling - 'daddy loves his little boy' - 'bahbah bohbohbah'.

These moments of vulnerability from an otherwise macho man sing to my heart and never fail to raise a smile from my lips. Sometimes I take a peek, at the risk of being caught and breaking the magic. I hide in doorways for a glimpse of a secret moment, where walls are broken down and love fills the room like sweet smelling incense.

I see two bodies cuddled into one, small hands inside big ones as they share daddy's favourite movies.
'He is the baddie Mason, we don't like him, and there goes Batman to save the day!'

I choose not to interrupt, not to break the beauty, but instead I cherish the moment, and just listen.



Linking up with Lisa-Jo for five minute Friday at www.lisajobaker.com/category/five-minute-friday/