Dear Lior,
I absolutely love writing to you. It is one of my escapes. I hope you love reading them as much as I love telling you these things. You turned one last September and I cannot fathom how fleeting our days together are. I never want you to grow up but that is selfish and impossible. There are times that you make me want to shave my head off but it is definitely overpowered by the glory your wonderful smile brings. As a toddler, you are the most curious little being. You like to touch everything and go everywhere and that is to think that you are not even walking yet. Papa and I are quite paranoid that you still cannot walk on your own but like everything else, it will come in time. I have compiled the most adorable photos of you being your crazy naughty self.
Lior, I always make sure I have my camera ready whenever we're together because you do the funniest things in the world. One minute you're watching Dibo, the next minute you're sitting inside a pink container. And honestly, you are great at photos. You know how to smile. I think it is because of how we always take shots of you starting from the moment you were born.
That pink container must be one of your favourite things. I use that little container so I have something to put your tiny toys in. But you obviously have better things to do with it.
Nothing is ever an exemption for you. You play with absolutely everything.
I believe you know how adorable you are. You make days brighter effortlessly. And I love you for that. You don't even try. How much more when you get a little older and you randomly whisper to me how much you love me? I cannot wait for the day.
You and your basket adventures don't end there.
I don't know what it is with small things that you love fitting yourself in. With the love you have for it, I am pretty sure this post will have its part two.
Lior, it has been a year + 9 months that we are together. Not a single day have I slept at night not being in the same bed. Some people don't encourage sharing the same bed but I refuse to believe that. The miracle of magic works best on babies and I believe it made its enchantment on you since you are a terribly sweet boy.
I love you so much, Ling. I hope you always remember that and I hope you never get too fond of your yaya to the point that you forget about Mama. Always remember that in everything I do, it is always all for you.
You can never guess how much I love you.
Love always, Mama
