My first fond memory of you was at the stroke of midnight. We were cruising past Manila City Hall. Your mom said you were all giddy already. Each stoplight we pass towards the hospital brought jolts of more energy to you.
As hyped us as we were to meet each other back then, God has far better perfect plans. He wanted you and I to have a good night’s rest. You and your mom got a head start. I slept at 3AM, waking every hour until 8AM. The long night did not dampen my excitement.
You still decided to stay a bit longer in your mom’s awesome womb. I was treading between the third and the seventh floors just to check you two. At around past two I was in a nap when the hospital room phone rang. While I was deep in slumber you decided to leave the confines of your mom’s womb and face the eager world that’s waiting for you.

I was awestruck. Dumbfounded. Mesmerized. It’s an inescapable elation brought about by a miracle with puffy cheeks. I was 23 on the 23rd of November. It could not have been more perfect. You were beyond perfection.
A clueless and penniless dad I was. But you were God’s gift. Blessings abound from left and right. In Him we overcame challenges. Through a great Father I was learning to be a father.
Each day with you brought huge amounts of unspeakable joy. I was not perfect. You had your quirks. But we, together with your mom, are of one heart. The differences were bridged by pure love that transcends beyond speech and understanding.
One of life’s greatest joys is seeing you grow. Beyond the increasing consumption of milk and solid food, or the quick promotion into the next big diaper size, getting to know you brings growth in me also.
Time really flies when we’re having fun. It’s not a storm-free life, but through God’s grace we have been storm-proofed. And I am still in great wonder of how God is unfolding you each moment. Now you are still in all fours (with slowly frequenting on twos), feeling the earth and everything you pass by through your hands, feet and knees. I see you enjoy each little adventure that you encounter. Some are remarkable, some are scary bordering on dangerous. But watching you enjoy learning makes me reiterate more and more that you are God’s (not-so) little bundle of ecstatic joy.

In the distant future you’d have your own adventures. You’d venture into the world outside our sight and reach. But I won’t get too ahead of myself. That’s still so far away! In the semi-distant future we’d be foodies, or music purveyors, heck even backpackers! In the few months that we’ve been together we bond like paper and glue. I’m looking forward to conquests that you’d share with me.
Happy first birthday, son. I pray that your life is a life full of fun and love. May you experience how God has been so enthralled in bringing you into this earth. That He is showering you with blessings and goodness that overflows. Me and your mom love you!

And all your children shall be disciples [taught by the Lord and obedient to His will], and great shall be the peace and undisturbed composure of your children. Isaiah 54:13



















