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Dear Dawter T

You turned 8 years old today.

I always felt that time flew by. That after all these years, I still didn't get to spend that much time with you. Hehe. I love you. I know you know that. I love your little quirks, how we always find you with paper and pencil, drawing and writing. I tickles me that you love to write.

I love that you're trying to love Bebi A the best way you can. Though you sometimes fight. We love it when we see you two playing with each other, talking shop (hehehe) and just comfortably sitting beside each in fron of the tv.

I love that you have a mind of your own at 8. You know what you want. But, I felt that I held you back in making decisions by making them for you. So from now on, I won't decide for you, you'll decide on your own but rest assured that I am still here --- your ever present stage mom, guiding you and supporting you. Just like what daddy told you, it's time to be independent.

I love you with all my heart, my sweetheart. I am always here for you.
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