To see him

Yesterday, I heard his voice for the first time -- and I melted. Today, I saw him for the first time -- although it is only through pictures -- seeing your son -- is like having to open your eyes straight to the brightness of the sun and seeing it in all its glory but never go blind.

I was looking at the pictures in a slideshow. After the slideshow ends, I go through over the pictures again -- manually. Flipping through the pictures as if I was flipping through a police case file.

I sometimes find myself staring at a picture -- staring at his face -- looking at the ever familiar nose that he got from me. I think his hair is as wavy as mine. But, mostly, he got his looks from his mommy -- and mommy's side of the family. My father said that this is how I looked like when I was a still as small.

Sorry -- but I won't be posting pictures of my son for the public's eyes here. I know he is no Suri but I feel I should protect him -- the instincts just kick right out of me. If you want to though, just leave me some comment(s).