It will be several years before you read this. When you’re in grade-school perhaps, or when you’re all grown up with a family of your own. I just want to write this letter so you would know how your father and I are enjoying each moment with you.
From the moment you wake up with that ready smile on your face, or with a loud wail because I am not by your side, or with that mischievous yell telling us that you’re gonna rock the house in no time.
We love your pull at any of our hands to prompt us to get you upstairs for some playtime or milktime; or towards the kitchen to open the refrigerator for some sweet treats.
We love how you insist having your own toothbrush with a smear of toothpaste whenever you see us brushing our own teeth. And did you know how great you were as you learned brushing your teeth by just imitating your father. You’re just 22 months old but you have developed the habit willingly and cooperatively!
We love the decibels as you shout at the top of your lungs when you stomp your feet or when you run around our lovely house. It’s out of your happiness or out of your running from your fresh diapers. Did I mention how you scream in the shower as the water droplets begin drenching your body during bathtime.
We love your little hands that pick up the utensils and get your share of food from our plate. How we want to fill your tummy with all the good things. You also pick up the food by your hand, leaving no mess behind.
We love that you organize many things around the house by piling them up into a line, or putting them above each other. You also know that after playtime all toys go into those drawers.
We love how you love your slippers because they are your keys towards the fresh air outside. You can run and play in our yard and along the streets with your friends. You’ve got a lot of friends in the neighborhood. We’re amazed how congenial you are!
We love the TV shows and commercials that turn on that dancing and singing buttons in you. Indeed we can never be happier just watching you enjoy even those things.
We love how you laugh at silly things that we do – from making your stuffed toys alive, to putting on dipper-like objects on your big head as if they were caps, to slapping each others’ butts.
We love your first words although most of the time it’s only you who understands. We know that there will come a time when we can fully understand each other, but right now we try our best to understand you by heart.
We love your delight in our escapades. You’re that child who’s easily transported, how you made it easy for us to travel from our house to anywhere. And for the record, you never pooped inside the mall or church or anywhere where it’s so difficult to clean you up. But we even love watching you poop! You have the most handsome face no matter what you do!
We love the bravery as you discovered that water is not your enemy. How you want to walk in the swimming pool and you never wanted to leave the slide.
And until the moment when you get fussy and wouldn’t know how to fight the sleepyness anymore, we love the little child that you are! Until that last nudge of the day, or that last dance as we carry you into a little dance, or that last hug to seal the night of hums and lullabies… We love those sleepy little eyes that slowly shut into your handsome white face. And those red lips that rest into a small silent opening. And then you’re asleep… Until those moments of our waking hours we enjoy watching you.
We love you so much, son! We thank God so much for giving you to us. You are our home.