Five Years of Royalty

ONE YEAR. You started to walk and was the cutest ball of energy alive in this planet.

TWO YEARS. We both learned what the word patience means. Your endearing bulol words melted me and your tatay. I adored how rectangle was tengtanggauhl to you. 

THREE YEARS. This was when the word patience had to be stretched a bit longer. You just didn't walk, you ran and ran and ran until my legs ache; but yours, never. Your energy doubled. No, tripled at this stage. But the cuteness factor you delivered was unlimited.

FOUR YEARS. You have tested my patience with your talk-backs, choice of toys and clothes, picky eating and kickass attitude towards other kids your age. But there's no denying that despite your "fierceness", you were one awesome preschooler. 

FIVE YEARS. Whew. Has it been really five long years? May long pay ka na 'nak. Hihi. Seriously, I still can't get over the fact that you turned five today. Sniff-sniff. I can't find the right words to describe this feeling but I am one proud mom, my baby love. You may be labelled as "malikot" by other people who can't appreciate you but for me, your energy is a sign of how joyful your life is. Your constant running to and fro means you are not a sickly child. Your cartoon-ish voice may have something to do with our bad habit of watching TV too often but I guess it makes you YOU. You are my mini-me. And I will just advise you with this in case there would be people who'd find you nauseating: KIBER. Hahaha! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE BEBENG!

I love you 100 times and more. ♥