iloveyou SON!

Four whole years ago I was about to become your mother. I didn't know it yet. Four years ago, I was barely out of teenagedom, just married,hand on belly, watching late night TV, feeling the beginning of the contractions that would be The Real Thing, that would make our couple into a threesome. I was so calm. I was so ready to meet you.

October 12, 2007 at exactly 9:25am,you came quickly, practically jumping into the world. Oh my God, the love, my heart could hardly take it. I remember, even now, holding you that first night. The world was asleep, and it was just you and I cuddling in the hospital bed. I touched every inch of your face, trying so hard to memorize the tiny creases, bumps, lines, those big black eyes, your shivering dreamy sighs, that baby smell of powder and milk. I didn't feel like you were made for me. I felt like I was made for you. I felt that everything I'd done up to that moment was preparation for this, the most important job, the greatest honor, the most supreme joy I could experience.

I was happy to be in the same room as you, to exist in the same time as you.There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, JAIRO. I hope you know that. I hope you always know that-- at the end of the day, I'm always there for you. I will always support you. I will always protect you. You are always welcome in my heart. Always.

You've grown so much in these four years. It's funny how you measure time.You are a helper. You take care of me when I'm sick, or tired. You let me sleep in late on weekends, and you pick up your toys.I love hearing you and papa in the other room; screaming and laughing, your little feet running back and forth.

You are stubborn. When you think you're right, you are RIGHT, end of story. That's you. And when the two of us go head to head, it usually ends in both of us stomping off and slamming our doors. But, like me, you like to smooth things over and forgive. You like hugging. You cry easily. You also stop crying easily.

You say hilarious things to me. You are SO FUNNY. Most of the time, unintentionally. You always walk up and have these conversations while I'm cooking. " MA, BAKIT KAYO KUMAKAIN NG CHICKEN AT PIG NI PAPA E SABI NI PEACHER (TEACHER) PET ANIMALS DAW YUN! ANG BAD MO!" I just turned around slowly, and then grabbed you, and covered you with kisses while you giggled.

You love women. You like little girls, big girls, students even mall cashiers. (basta naka-super miniskirt,sexy at maganda ang tindig).

You kept me up whole nights, you threw up on my pants, you peed on my hair, you broke dishes, forgot candy behind your bed, spilled drinks on my new bedsheet, and pulled out all the toys I just put away. You always need a bottle of milk right when I get into bed. You always manage to eat something with ketchup when I put on a nice shirt. You also kiss my knees when they get scraped, think I know the answers to everything, really mean it when you say you're sorry, stay up with me when I have a bad dream, and promise to get any bad guys that try to hurt me. You make my life interesting. You make it worthwhile. You make me wake up every day thankful, and curious, and excited.

Four years ago, I didn't even know how lucky I was going to get.

...and no matter how old you become,
you will always remain our little boy.

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