Leila has my mom’s eyes. Eyes that are wise beyond years and can see right through you, to the soul inside, with a kind of understanding and peace and acceptance that takes your breath away.
Leila has Nadir’s sunshine. She will be completely poker faced and then suddenly her face will break into a sudden, heart twisting smile that will dispel the cloudiest of greys.
Leila has K’s quirks. She will giggle and chuckle at funny noises and is intensely ticklish. I suspect as time goes by she will become more her father’s daughter, his nuances meshing with her own personality.
Leila has my father’s love for TV. We were sitting watching CSI and suddenly we see someone fixated, literally fixated to the screen. Moving her here and there did nothing to unglue those little eyeballs from the screen.
Leila has glimpses of her babyaah when she is alseep, her face turning into a soft round moon, her features melting into each other but when she is awake she responds best to her maii’s govinda dance moves and crazy baby babble lingo.
She has a touch of the lady elegance and grace that is so reminiscent of Mummy, K’s nani.
I love that this little person I love has so much of everyone I love in her- in her eyes, her smile, her mannerisms- that she embodies for me all that is best about this world and living and being alive. I don’t mind admitting that having Leila has been scary because of the amount of emotion attached to her birth and arrival. I tiptoe around the feelings somedays, afraid of jarring some sleeping monster of a reaction awake – but so far it has been amazing. She dashes the demons with her smile, she fixes the gaping heart holes with a gurgle and she basically pretty much makes every single day absolutely worth living, even in these times.