That's all that stands between Maegan and her turning one. It all seems so fast. Not too long ago, I was snapping photos away in the delivery suite while Daphne was pushing hard for our little one to come and now, in 3 hours time, she would turn one.
It's funny how I decided to blog at this time of the night. Typically at about 9pm, I'll either be coming home from my in-laws place or showering and getting ready for TV. But not tonight. I just wanted to blog about how I'm feeling about Maegan turning one. It's just coincidental that it's three hours time.
In this past 11 months and 30 days, we've seen little miss Maeagan grow from a crying baby in our arms into the little walking princess she is now. Troddling along everywhere saying "More" to every passing adult hoping for one more jump into the air.
She has grown from needing everything from us to saying please each time she enters our car so sweet that we can't but turn on her favourite DVDs for her journey home.
She has grown from a helpless baby confined to the four walls of our home in the first few weeks to a little girl who has more immigration chops on her passport entering Malaysia then her parents combined, travelled all the way to Kuala Lumpur, twice, and flew thousands of miles to New Zealand. All before one.
It's been an incredible experience for our little miss Maegan. More so for us as parents, especially me being dad.
This 11 over months have been nothing short of a crash course on parenting. Both learning how to dote and nurture our little girl but also learning how to cope with doting grand-parents who never seem to run out of ideas to spoil our little girl. That said, I really don't blame them. I've been told it's their job to spoil their grandchild. My role is to pick up the pieces.
More than a rewarding and fulfilling experience, this 364 days taught me so much. It's given me so much joy that even Liverpool winning the Champions League next week cannot compare (though it might come close). It's given me so much to look forward to and seeing little miss Maegan grow up, right before our eyes.
So before she officially turns one, I wanted to remember this wonderful year. How good it has been and how grateful I am to God for letting us be parents of such a beautiful, smart, cute and often cheeky baby.
Why was blogging three hours before ironical and meaningful? Well, Maegan's elder brother Mattheus was born last January and was only alive to us for just three hours. It was that three hours that Daphne and I learned to cherish life in it's fullness when we held him in our arms. All for three hours.
And now, three hours before our little miss Maegan turns one, I get to remember the three hours that I had with Mattheus and the wonderful 364 days Maegan brought to our lives and more importantly, the future we are going to celebrate together.
It's a bitter sweet moment that is hard to describe. One that is worth soaking in every single minute.
So in three hours, Maeagan turns one and it is the one day her parents will celebrate ...
... with a very grateful heart.
Happy Birthday Maegan. Daddy and mummy loves you heaps. :o)
