And She Turns One

More than a year ago, I wrote something for my husband about our daughter turning one. I thought I'd share it here too...

I married three years ago and had since been a happy wife. Having a baby was of course an eventual plan but something Ron and I did not want to rush into immediately after the wedding. Not that we did anything to prevent it from happening. But we prayed that it would happen when we are prepared and capable of providing the best.

More than a year passed and my apron strings still hang empty. I decided to have myself checked and learned that I actually have problems. I had my share of depression bouts but my very supportive and loving husband saw me through and helped me go on. My failed attempts were not helpful but his hand on mine told me it's not hopeless. Those are times I keep looking back at when I need to feel assured and loved.

My pregnancy was unexpected. It happened after my doctor told me to rest, take a pause from trying and resume when I have reached a certain weight. When my period did not come as scheduled, I bought the testing kit and took the test without telling Ron. I did not want him to see me cry again if ever it would turn out negative. I cannot forget how ecstatic I felt when I confirmed my pregnancy. I cried again, but out of joy this time around.

I thank God that I did not have a difficult pregnancy. I thank God that I have Ron, my very patient and caring husband, who woke up earlier than he normally does to prepare breakfast and pack lunch for me. I thank God that Ron cared enough to push me in his own subtle way to drink my milk everyday. I thank both our families for their support and prayers. I am thankful for a million other things that God has blessed me with. I cannot stop counting my blessings as they keep pouring in. And adding a daughter to my sources of happiness and strength is truly a bounty.

I find it hard to believe that I have been a doting mother to Reese Margareth for one year now. That I have been waking up every single day to the sweet smile and soft blabbering of my little princess. That I have been looking forward to coming home all these time to see what new things my baby learned for the day. That I have been enjoying every new trick she would play on me and surprise me with. That I have weathered all the days that she had cough, colds or fever with the help of my father, my siblings, my in-laws, my yaya, and now, again, with Ron.

I looked at my daughter's eyes this morning when she woke me up. I cannot tell their exact color. It could be dark brown, it could be black. It doesn't matter really. All I know is that they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Full of hope, full of love, full of warmth, full of peace.

Then I looked at Ron playing with Reese. Waking up to this sight every morning makes me realize how wonderful my life is. I thank God that exactly twelve years ago, I accepted Ron in my life.

Happy anniversary, honey!