Saturday, 24 October 2015

Two Years

Dearest An,

Today is a very special day. Exactly two years ago, Papa, Gege, you and I bunked in at the hospital where you were born. You were just a few hours old and already, we loved you to bits. Visitors who saw you commented that you were sweet and had pretty features. I was just thankful that you had arrived safely and quickly (three hours after I checked into the hospital).


Two is a significant age. I realised today, to my horror, that you no longer pay the toddlers' rate to play at Fidgets. Instead, you were charged the same rate as Gege! When we fly on a plane, you will have to pay the same airfare as Gege too! Gone are the days when we only paid $29 to get you to Perth on an SQ flight! This coming year, you will also be potty trained and we will not need to use "An's toilet" (the name you gave to diaper changing rooms outside of home) anymore. This last realisation made me feel a little sad, but I know I have much more to enjoy as you bloom and grow.

You are a big girl now and in many ways, you are asserting your independence. You will ask to "eat by myself", "wear myself" or "help myself". You like company and would tell us to "come and sit here" with you. People have commented that you are sociable and sometimes your eyes sparkle with mischief as you tease others. Today, this conversation took place:

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
You: Teacher.
Me: How about Gege? What does he want to be when he grows up?
You: Er..... Toilet bowl! (proceeded to laugh cheekily)


I am just so thankful that you have come into our lives. I have written so many love letters to you that they are enough to fill a book, so that was what I did - I compiled them into a book for you. I hope you will enjoy reading them when you are old enough to do so, and be assured of our love to you.


May the good Lord watch over you and protect you wherever you go. May He bless your coming in and going out. May you have wisdom, joy, strength, peace and courage. May you be used mightily to bring joy to those you meet.

You are well loved, my dear precious An.

Love you, Mama. :)

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