Slow dancing with little Abel on a rainy day in Hong Kong. His head curled up in my neck, while firmly grasping on to my sweater. His right foot is leaning on my hand and I can feel his little toes curling up, trying to grasp onto my fingers. Looking out from our living room window the view reaches out over the Marina bay into the grey distance towards Hong Kong Island that has disappeared in the mist. Below us on the main road I see colourful umbrellas passing by slowly. Abel is breathing softly while sleeping on my chest. It’s raining cats and dogs and the sound of the rain drops hitting the rooftops accompany Abel, Bob Dylan and me while we dance the moment away. It’s precious. Beautiful. All elements in place. Life is and should always be about this.
This blog is about my daily cup of coffee. I have to commend the microwave here, for always being there for me and my coffee. Every morning, as soon as I have made myself a nice cup of coffee, Abel gets jealous and he wants the attention that I had reserved for the coffee. Abel screams louder than the coffee so I end up attending him. And the coffee ends up getting lonely and cold. Some time later it takes me and the microwave about 60 seconds to warm up the cup of coffee. It ain’t as good as it was freshly brewed, but it is good enough. As so many things in life. It is good to appreciate the little things that are not great or excellent or amazing, but just good enough.
A 3-D ultrasound video made earlier this week in Hong Kong. “The first 48 hours after I found out my girlfriend was pregnant were some of the scariest of my life,” writes the @nytvideo journalist @jkessel. But not because he was worried about becoming a dad. "I cover the Asia region for @nytvideo and I just couldn’t imagine how the two worlds could exist at once.” Since then, “the trepidation has turned into excitement and happiness,” he said. Between documenting the earthquake in Nepal and the ongoing refugee crisis in southeast Asia, @jkessel has been visiting doctors with the woman who is now his wife. “At 20 weeks he kind of looks like an eggplant crossed with the blob,” he said of their future child. “So now we’re trying to think of a name for our eggplant-blob-son, whose name has to make sense in English and Dutch languages while respecting Chinese and Jewish cultures. Suggestions welcome.” We asked our some of our visual journalists to share stories about #fatherhood for #nytweekender. #FathersDay2015