A Celebration of Life
Heaven’s greatest gift to me just celebrated his sixth birthday yesterday. Children really grow up fast. I can’t believe my dear Marcus is already in preschool and oftentimes speaks to me as if he is more than my age. Needless to say, I am one of the proudest, if not the proudest, mother in the world. My son is my life and so far, he has done a pretty good job filling it with joy and love.
In my memory, it’s still very clear how Marcus came into being. I delivered him through cesarean operation, a fairly big boy who weighed 7.3 pounds at birth. I was only able to see him on the second day because the nurses won’t allow him out of the nursery and I wasn’t fit to walk before then. He was so cute wearing a pink pranela. Why pink you’d say? The ultrasound result declared we are going to have a baby girl and we actually picked a name for her already — sophia andrea. We were very happy nevertheless, my husband and I have always wanted a baby boy. It’s as if it’s destined that our first son would be a boy. I have always felt it in my guts that my child would be a “him,” an evidence of what they call a woman’s intuition, and more.














