My dearest Amber,
This day, you
turned 4.
Whenever I look at
you, I still can’t help but feel amazed. You are still a baby yet you look so
grown up in many ways.
I forgot when you
began being so talkative. The house is always filled with your cute, tiny,
sometimes shrilling voice. You talk all the time. All. The. Time!
Your Dad and I find
it cute when you make up excuses for things we ask you to do but do not want or
feel like doing. At 4 years old, you’re already making up excuses? Really? I
find it somewhat unusual. But we find your wits in doing so very amusing.
At this stage, you
love to perform.
You dance every
time Daddy plays Bruno Mars’ Locked Up In
Heaven, Maroon 5’s Move Like Jagger, Nikki Minaj’s Starship and J.Lo’s Dance Again. Are you aware that
you dance on the streets most of the time? I don’t intend to make you feel
embarrassed but yes you do. A lot of times! Whenever Daddy plays these songs
while he washes the car, you just storm out of the house and make the street
your center stage. You don’t care if strangers pass by.
When you don’t do
your usual monologues, you fill the air with songs of your liking. You sing Carly Rae Jepsen’s Call Me Maybe. At
least we can make out the tune even if you’re making your own lyrics. Well, you
wanted to make the song your own so be it. :D
You show so much
interest in a lot of things. In my heart, I vowed that I will do my best to
support you in all the things that you want to do. That if I be permitted, I
will go with you in every rehearsals, recitals and competitions... in all of your
endeavours.
You never cease to
fill my heart with an overwhelming joy whenever I look at you. You make me so
proud of you just the way that you are now.
Happy 4th
birthday, my baby. I always thank God for the blessing that is you. And we pray for the good Lord to guard, guide and bless
you always. I love you. Daddy and I love you so much.
Love,
Mommy
P.S., Oh! I just
have to mention with pride that you now use the big toilet bowl! Yipee! Oops,
sorry sweetheart if I still had to post that... you’ll understand me someday.
;-)
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