It's been a year....and time is really flying so fast...I really do not know what to say...coz until now, I do not know how to thank God for the "blessing" He have given us. It was after 9 years that I have felt the same feeling when I first got hold of your Ate Tala and Ate Mayumi...
.feeling you inside me (and you made it sure that I felt you though you were such so tiny then) was just magical!
hearing your cry was just so fantastic (as if it was a sweet melody)...
......feeling you wanting my breast was so lovely.....
and it was that feeling that I was longing for 9 years!
Your Tatay, Ate Tala, Ate Mayumi and I didn't ask the Lord for someone......we prayed, I prayed.....thanking Him for another opportunity of bringing into this world a blessing from Him....whether you are a he or she, doesn't matter, I told Him.
When my doctor told me that you're a boy...I cried...because I knew then, that you are really a special gift from above!
I saw the post of hubby in fb and it talks about the crayons. They are in different colors but have to live in the same box......it is how he expressed his greetings for Human Rights Week....I suddenly remember this poem I thought to my Grade 1 students 3 years ago and I was able to teach to my 2 girls....I love the message of this poem.....have time to read and ponder.....The Crayon Box That Talked
While walking into a toy store the day before today
I overheard a crayon box with many things to say
"I don't like Red!" said Yellow and Green said "Nor do I"
"And no one here likes Orange but no one knows just why"
"We are a box of crayons that doesn't get along
Said Blue to all the others "Something here is wrong"
Well, I bought that box of crayons and took it home with me
And laid out all the colors so the crayons all could see
They watched me as I colored with Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange and every color in …