Time really flies. It's been almost one year since you, the little cheeky boy, appeared in our lives.
You arrived on this earth as a surprise on your daddy's birthday. It seemed as if you knew that you had to be out on that very special day to celebrate with him every year. Just a week before your birthday, our doctor was still proposing to us to do c-section because your little baby head is still "riding high" and "not engaged" (in medical terms - descend downwards into the pelvis).
You are our bundle of miracle. You brought us love, joy and hope. You teach us patience, innocence and to savour the small little things in life. In short, you brought us back to the days when we are a child, carefree and blissful.
Daddy says he doesn't know how to play with children. When you are first born, he was so stressed he couldn't eat well for a few days. Then he slowly picked up his fatherhood act and learn how to feed you, burp you and change your diapers. He started to make funny faces to make you laugh and started to sing (out of tune) nursery songs to make you sleep.
Babyhood is relatively short. You are already on your way to being a frisky toddler, learning to stand and walk with such energetic pace. You are still learning your ABCs and training your voice for the oohs and ahhs. You now beginning to enjoy your bath time with the rubber ducky. Your little feet has outgrown your first pair of baby shoes.
We are proud to have you. A warrior who have survived the first year.