And so, the Perfect Man has gone away on a business trip again and I’m home alone with Seth. With the boy so responsive and interactive, the departure this time was rather heart wrenching. Papa was hesitant about saying his goodbyes but I insisted that he not leave the son without a farewell kiss. And so the blur son had a kiss and a hug and sent the Papa off happily. Papa was holding back manly tears as he hopped onto the cab. (Right, I might have imagined that!)
The night he left I was heartbroken when I see baby waking up every so often to look for Papa. Seth has this habit of looking around for us when he opened his eyes. He’ll glance around the room and usually find us, (if not beside him) sitting by the pc. And so, the first night he kept waking up to look around, and will show a puzzled face as I lay him back down to sleep. My poor baby misses his Papa! Will video call Papa later and let the 2 meet! 
On a lighter note, it’s my lunar birthday today! Hope I get some mee sua later! Ever since I remember, I’ve always had mee sua soup with egg for my lunar birthdays! It’s to signify longevity I suppose and my granny will always cook it for me. However, lately she has been forgetful, and since I was married, she has not been cooking them for me. So disappointing! Heh. Not that I love mee sua or that I wanna live a long life. I just love the tradition and the ’special’ feel, i suppose!
I recall a year in uni far away from home, a Hainanese classmate of mine who’s an aspiring chef cooked a plate of fried mee sua (Hainanese style!) for my lunar birthday! It was yummy and the thought heart warming! (Ok! I refuse to admit that I sort of begged/coerced/threatened him to cook it!)
You know? There’s always something warm and sweet with ‘ai-xin’ (from the heart) meals, lovingly cooked! Ok, not exactly in those I-Love-You, You-Love-Me kind of way. But in those cooking-for-friends-or-loved-ones-with-thoughts-put-in kind of way. Sort of like how I prepare Seth’s meals sometimes! And especially so when you are far away from home. I remember how my housemate used to cook porridge for me when I was down with fever. He had never cooked porridge before and had to ask around for tips! And then this other housemate, who really gets on my nerves most of the time, went chopping vigourously on the chopping board one morning and totally splitting my head and pissing me off. I found out later that he was chopping up ikan bilis to cook porridge for me so I can have some warm food when I wake! Wow! *teary*
Alas, for the Man, I’ve not had much chances to whip up lots of ‘ai xin’ meals for him. The most admirable one was of cos the time I boiled TCM, but that was too yucky to be memorable! Right, those instant meals and common 1-dish meals are not counted! I do cook for him once in a while, but definitely not worth singing about! We do miss the times when we were ‘pak toring’ and how we used to cook in the kitchen of his rented apartment. Our most sumptious was the candlelit steak dinner we prepared. Glad to be saving some bucks by cooking our own steak, we got the juiciest cuts and ended up punishing ourselves with slabs of meat! I felt like a carnivore!
My Convo Dinner! That was the year I met the Man! I miss uni days… but I love the present more! =*
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