Written in 20th of November 2013
On Thursday evening the man I love and I went out. Oresti, our son, stayed for a few hours with his grandparents. Everything was very romantic, except that we missed our son. My husband called his parents dozen of times and asked how is Oresti.... On eleventh time my father in law lost his patience and told my husband do not call again, because they were bonding with their grandson and his calls were disturbing the process. After we heard that they are bonding with Oresti, we lost our desire to be out and we wanted to see how their bonding looked like.
When we entered their home this what we saw:
Three of them were in the master bedroom. Oresti, like a little bundle was lying in the middle of the bed. Hypnos, a Greek God of sleep was taking care of him; he was sleeping like a baby.
My parents in law brought two chairs from the dining room, put them side by side in front of the bed just like in the theater, sat quietly there, and watched Oresti sleeping. Our calls disturbed this process…
We were so touched by the picture we saw, we have barely said anything on the way home, and then, half of the night we talked about…love.
When we entered their home this what we saw:
Three of them were in the master bedroom. Oresti, like a little bundle was lying in the middle of the bed. Hypnos, a Greek God of sleep was taking care of him; he was sleeping like a baby.
My parents in law brought two chairs from the dining room, put them side by side in front of the bed just like in the theater, sat quietly there, and watched Oresti sleeping. Our calls disturbed this process…
We were so touched by the picture we saw, we have barely said anything on the way home, and then, half of the night we talked about…love.
