At the rate this is going, I could be blogging about how she is fretting which boy’s heart she is gonna break.

Happy 2nd birthday, my little precious one…

You came along, changed my life, in a way I would never imagine.

Yes, they don’t call “terror twos” for nothing, and that shall train my patience a little as I battle with your stubbornness and tantrums.

Sometimes you may look on to me with resentment when I discipline you… and though it pains me lots, but it doesn’t stop me from loving you.

I will love you more everyday, and hopefully, one day, be the mum you can be proud of.

Happy birthday, my child.

For everything that is to come in the future, when you look back, I hope you realise how loved you are.

And you are indeed, blessed.

Sorry that you greeted your birthday with a little smack to the hand.

And I still remember how 2 years ago today… my water broke and I waddled to the hospital in a cab by myself, wondering how you would look like… wondering how I would cope with ya… and with plenty of uncertainties in the path.

And always remember, whatever doubts I had back then, were cleared the moment you this bundle of purple mess popped out of my very sore you-know-where.

You may not know, but you are the very one, who taught me how to live.

You also taught me, to see the beauty in people. Every year this day, without fail, I will remember everyone who has been part of the journey to the time she was born.. to this very day.

Like I had said, some of them are still around, some of them are no longer so, but that doesn’t mean they love you any less. Mummy still would like to say a big thank-you to all of them.

Always remember, Mummy loves you. Very, very, much.

So do many others.

And one day, I hope you will be someone who knows how to love generously and fearlessly.