I wanted to write this letter to you last week, but it was delayed as Mommy is really, really busy. So sorry about it. You turned FIVE last week. A big little boy by all accounts, Mommy is so happy for you.
Last year, we talked about what your future occupation would be. And this year, you told me that you want to be a doctor when you grow up – to save people and to save lives. I’m very delighted to hear that, and by all means, Daddy and I will fully support you!
All my life, I don’t believe in miracle. But somehow, you made me realized that there are miracles happening around us all the time. From the development of an embryo to the birth of a baby, and from the growth of a fragile baby to an independent kid with a mind of his own, this is nothing short of a miracle.
Although the whole process can be theoretically explained by science, the feeling is extraordinary. It’s just miracle. And only when you experienced it, you’ll realize how it is like.
And you made me realized that. You’re my miracle!
This year seems to have flown by even faster than previous years. It must have been those rough patches that hit me, particularly in my health. Every time when I’m feeling down, I look at you. I think of how you look like when you first made your grand appearance – a little baby with a red crunched up face, a head full of hair, and a huge yawn.
Then, I marvelled at how you crawled, and watched with bated breath as you took your first steps. Gradually, you learned to put morsels of food into your mouth. You’ll nod your head as a sign of approval, or you’ll spit them out if you disapprove. I’m happy when the food disappears from your bowl, but I’ll fret when you don’t want anything at all.
You struggled a little when you started school at the tender age of three. But now, you’re a curious little boy who wants to know everything. I’m happy to see that you have a good time at school and enjoy your company of friends. Remember this – every little achievement you made at school is as remarkable as setting a foot on the moon.
Dear son, you’ve changed my life in an unimaginable way. I love you ever since I knew about your existence, when you were just a few cells in size. The love I feel for you has increased exponentially with time. Every time I feel that I will burst with all the love, my heart will expand a little bit more to accommodate that love.
I can go on and on, because it’s simply impossible to tell you how much I love you in words.
Happy Birthday, my sweet little boy, and stay happy & healthy always!
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