In a few days, it’s going to be Z’s 8th birthday! Hubby and I are so guilty. We don’t know why we keep on forgetting this very important occasion. Maybe it’s because we’re both so busy with work. Just the other day Z told me, “Mommy, did you know that it’s going to be my birthday next Monday?”
I paused to think. Is it really true that he’s going to be eight in a few days? My, he’s already grown up. I still can remember the first time I clumsily held him in my arms. I didn’t know a thing about babies. I was raised alone with no siblings so it was literally the first time I had to take care of a baby. It was hard at first but we survived. haha!
And now he’s already a big boy. The past few days he has been sporting a fever. I had to bring him to the doctor for a checkup. Good thing he only needs antibiotics. But I made sure I wrapped him in a Donna Sharp quilt so he doesn’t get cold at night. He now sleeps on his own bed, by the way, but the past few days he wanted to sleep in our bed. I didn’t mind because I know these days are numbered. Soon he would never want to get in the same bed with us.
Anyway, we asked him what he wanted for his birthday. I wondered if he would like a Jollibee party. His answer surprised me. He said he just wanted a chocolate cake for his birthday.
He’s really matured now. I am so proud of him. I know he will turn into a fine young man someday. His dream is to build his own car someday. So full of hope and promise. Happy birthday my dear Z! You are so much loved and don’t ever doubt that.