Dear Marko,
Today is such a wonderful day for many reasons. For example, today marks the most beautiful and meaningful day of my entire life. That's right! Thirteen years ago, after such an incredibly hard, difficult labor--so hard, in fact, that you and I almost didn't make it -- Your dad and I finally welcomed you into this world at 10:55 a.m.
My labor was so hard on you and I because you got stuck in the birth canal for hours, and you were born completely black because you didn't have any oxygen. I almost lost you. But God is so good. The doctors performed an emergency C-section and were able to free you and get you out. Your being stuck caused you to be born with an epic cone-head. Like massive. In my eyes, you were the most beautiful baby in the whole world. They immediately wisked away because of all of the problems you had being born, but before they took you, the nurse brought you to me so I could introduce myself to you, kiss you and tell you I loved you so very much. I think you already knew, because I told you "I Love You" every single day of my pregnancy. I loved you from the second I knew you existed!
Within a few hours of your birth, your color returned to normal and your head shrunk to a normal size as well. You were brought to my room and I never let you go back to the nursery. You were my baby and you belonged with me. It was hard moving around with just having the C-section done, but having you near me made me forget the pain. I didn't get much sleep at the hospital because the only thing I wanted to do was stare at you, take your pictures and love on you. I just couldn't get enough of you (:
Of course, every "first" baby memory is with you. The first time I felt you hiccup, or the time I felt your foot when you stretched real hard while in my womb. The firt time I breastfed, the first time I bathed a newborn, the first time I loved another human being more than my life, the first time I cheered on with all of my heart when you learned to roll-over, crawl and finally walk. The first time anyone called me mama. The first time I dropped you off at pre-school. And I cried all the way home. My first plumpkin plie blizzard was with you too (:
You were such a good baby and everyone loved you so much!
I was pregnant with Tita soon after (!), and you were an awesome little brother to Ivan, Laura & Lynette, and a great big brother to Tita.
Here we are 13 years later and I really can't believe it. The time really has flown by. You have grown into such a fine young man and your talent blows me away.
My birthday wishes for you today are that you are always immensly happy, healthy and successful--in whatever you decide to become. I also wish that you never forget the morals I have taught you. To always work very hard, say please and thank-you and to always respect yourself first, and to always respect your elders and women. Always.
My wish is also that you fiercely follow your dreams. And to dream BIG.
One more wish--that you stay a kid as long as possible. You have plenty of time to be an adult. Enjoy your childhood now that you are still a child.
Oh, and just so you know: You weren't the only one born on this beautiful day. A mama was also born on October 27, 1998:
Me!
hApPy BiRtHdAy mArKo!!!!!!! I love you to the moon and back a million times over.
May God bless you and protect you today and always.
Sincerely,
Honey (mom) (:
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