Hulo & Baba: A Journey Woven in Love

There are moments in life that change everything.
For me, that moment came the instant my son, Hulo, took his first breath. From that quiet, miraculous pause, a new chapter began — a journey not just of fatherhood, but of love, growth, and discovery.

In this post, I want to share the story of our journey together — a story of how a tiny, fragile life became the center of my world, how every step he took transformed me, and how being called “Baba” gave my life new meaning.

The Beginning of Forever

From the moment his first breath touched the air,
the world around me hushed —
as if time itself paused to witness a miracle.
In that sacred stillness,
my heart, once ordinary,
found a new rhythm —
beating not for myself,
but for the tiny soul now cradled in my arms.
His fingers, soft as whispers, curled around mine,
and in that tender clasp,
I felt the weight of forever begin.

A Blooming Heart

He wasn’t merely born —
he bloomed.
A delicate flower in the wild garden of my soul,
his presence a gentle fragrance
that drifted through every corner of my life,
quietly filling me with wonder.

With each sunrise, he grew.
From wobbly steps to bursts of laughter,
from bedtime murmurs to bold, curious questions,
from toy trains on the floor
to chasing the skies in his dreams.

Watching Him Grow

I watched him stumble.
And I watched him rise —
through scraped knees and muddy shoes,
birthday candles and school day blues,
silly songs sung out of tune
and secrets whispered under stars.

But what bloomed wasn’t just his body —
it was his heart.
It was the kindness in his smile,
the courage in his questions,
the joy in his being.
He didn’t simply grow taller —
he grew deeper,
rooting himself into the quiet chambers of my soul.

A Love That Outshines

He may never outgrow me in height,
but in love, in laughter, in light —
he has already outshone every measure.

And now, as we walk together —
sometimes hand in hand,
sometimes side by side,
sometimes letting go —
I realize I am not just raising a boy.
I am being raised too —
by his joy,
by his wonder,
by the quiet miracle named Hulo.

My Whole World

He is laughter wrapped in skin,
the softest echo of my soul,
the compass I never knew I needed.
He is not part of my world —
he is my whole world.
My son.
My story.
My forever bloom.