Letter #1: Just for You

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

-Philippians 4:13-

Dear Sherwin, 

("Of all the faces you could've made, I wonder what you thought of when you did this one?")

I've been thinking about doing this before in so many ways. I thought the good old fashioned pen and paper would suffice, but I realize it's not enough for me and you deserve a lot more. It seems weird that I have high standards when it comes to you but that's weird me. 

So this is the second week of our new year and there isn't much happening today in your life except that it's your first day back to school! Sadly, I have my own classes to go to so I'm not there to see what happens in your school every time. Somehow, I know you're doing great. You of all people. 

Dad and Mom decided you won't be attending tomorrow's class (such a dedicated student, that you are) since there's time conflict with our schedules (actually, only my schedule which I apologize for). I don't think you'll really mind since you're just three and I'm sure you won't remember most of the memories you made at this age and before. 

Hopefully, if you're lucky like me, then you would have some flashbacks, dreams which are really old memories of what happened at the very start of your childhood. Just a tip, some things are better left hidden than found. 

This blog is just for you (blatantly obvious since the title is already addressed to you) and I promise to try typing letters everyday to update it. So until you reach the proper age in which you are able to read and understand this blog, I won't be revealing a word about this blog. 

My lips are sealed. 

You're really growing up fast or is it time's cruel play that her hands move faster than what is intended? You're nearly half my height and stronger than the usual. I love the way you smile, forced, attempted, and real. One day, you're going to be so good-looking that I'll have to start practicing on my bending to pick up all the broken-hearts you'll cause. I don't mind though. It'll be fun watching you knowing what you really want in life and I'm not the one to decide. 

It's nearing midnight now and I have to say goodbye or Mom will be biting my head off as usual. Let's thank God that you aren't in full consciousness or awareness to experience her bad moods. That's the last thing a cute child like you needs. Don't you agree?

More than my life,

Dichi