To our child, today we celebrate you.
Carrying you for nine months and pushing you out into the world gave me the greatest exhaustion I’ve ever known. Little did I know that it is only a speck on what this whole parenthood act will entail.
Yes, today, we celebrate you as you turn another year older.
But today, we also celebrate ourselves because as we celebrate your fourth birthday, we also celebrate our fourth anniversary on becoming parents. They say that along with the birth of a child comes the birth of a mother and father and true enough, I feel like we can now divide our existence into a before and after; before parenthood and after parenthood.
To be completely honest, I have not given it that much thought before. All I understood was that birthdays are meant for celebrating the literal birth of someone and I never really considered the other persons going through a different kind of birth.
It was the birth that came upon seeing that positive pregnancy test.
It was the birth that came upon hearing those first heartbeats.
And ultimately, it was the birth that came along with the glorious sound of that first cry.
By far, being your parents has been the sweetest, most grueling yet most rewarding thing we have done. I don’t think we will ever find the right words to encompass all the huge cycles of emotions we feel just by looking at you and witnessing you grow and become your own person.
We look at you and we see life.
We look at you and we see hope.
We look at you and we see the future.
Sometimes, we just silently observe you, listen to your stories and simply marvel at your innocence. We bask in the love that you so generously shower us and we cherish every single moment that you cling on to us. We pray that wherever life takes you and whatever path you will choose, you will wake up everyday knowing that you are deeply and immensely loved and prayed for.
And we will forever be grateful that four years ago, the three of us were born.
Happy Birthday my child, our child, our greatest love and pride. ❤️