RIDE ON, WE'LL TRAVEL!

There's that luxury of happiness that I felt when I had a glimpsed of this kid full of energy and vigor in his way of looks and behavior.
I got a hard time taking a good photo because I was chasing him until he suddenly stopped and posed infront of me.
Will you feel the same thing as mine if you see one?

Well, much more perhaps if this kid is my son.

I still remember those times when my two sons were of his age.

Of course they were fragile but they were so active, agile and very funny that in no time you'll love to have bonding moments with them as much as possible as every day.

You'll probably wouldn't believe it but I witnessed them grow up; from birth until to these moments they're now in their young adult life.

Oh, time is so fast! Every moments with the kids before are now just a part, a sort of memories, memories to treasure and to be hold close to the heart.

As a father there is always that advantage of being with the kids or family, every day.

Those precious moments with the kids will certainly be lost if we, as a father works somewhere, far from our family. I admire those who venture to be so, but there's a lot more to enjoy and gain when we do live up with them.

Vice versa those kids will feel the closeness, love and affection from us if we are always at their sight and at any time at play or sharing jokes with them.

As they say, the best time to enjoy our children's very moments with us is when they're in their tender years.


Couples who are blessed with children are indeed lucky enough.

Some couples who can't bear their own kids do try hard having one through the modern medical technique of IVF.

I came across a news about a woman who even tried to access the sperm of her dead husband just to have a child from him.

There's one case of that here in Sydney.
She was granted the right to access her husband's sperm but had to flew up to USA to have it done because a law in Sydney requires both partners to have a written consent before doing so.

Well, that's life!
Children are indeed the apple of our eyes.

This is an annual festival in Sydney during Easter and there are plenty of shows that entertain the adults as well as the children. It runs usually a week of entertainment covering musical, theatre, rides for the children, show bags, animal shows and competition, dairy, agriculture, flower and garden show, cake decorating and competition, and many more.

Usually, people flock more during the last day of the show because the Ticket or admission/entrance is reduced to a mimimal and affordable amount by the general public.

Below are the photos we took during the recently concluded show, and there are more in my photo sections on "Flower Power", "Cake decorating and competition", and "Easter Show 2010."


Rides for the children


Farm/agriculture


Dairy and milk processing



Foods


Cake decorating and competition

I love children, they wipe away my loneliness and make my day light and spirit up high. They are the angels of our families, embrace us tight when they see us back home from a day’s work, and call us “Papa”, adore us with hugs and kisses. Isn’t that lovely! The feeling is awesome!

Here is a remarkable poem of a wonderful guy, a poet well known in Literature books. I did learn this during my high school days, hope you like it.


The Children's Hour
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!