Please don’t hate me for not throwing a party on your first birthday

Dear Son,

Just because somebody doesn’t follow a trend about an event doesn’t mean she doesn’t care. People have different customs and the way they cherish something. Your father and I don’t come from a family that celebrates first birthday. Your grandparents annually forget their wedding anniversaries. My siblings and I do not attend our university graduation. You just happen to be born in a family that doesn’t celebrate much. Only a few that really matters. But we are joyous folks.  And we respect and enjoy people’s big days.

You’re more than a creature who looks like me. Your father and I are glad to know that your birth has become a huge blessing, not only for us but also the whole big family.  You know the feeling when you try making a pizza for the first time and turns out everyone loves it? That, times 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.

I feel that our big family gets together more often now. Your bude, tante, and oom seem to put more effort to come home every weekend so they can see you. Your grandparents have something that could (well, sometimes) distract them from their daily fight. You make your parents happy. You make me feel that I mean so much to somebody. It’s rare.

You really are the light of wisdom that brings family together.

Just like what your name means.

(Well, sort of).

Anyway, on your birthday I prayed for you longer than usual, and I was relieved I managed to keep you alive for 365 days! Also, I tried baking several baby-friendly cakes for you. They actually tasted decent but weren’t very instagramable. And I offered you some but you didn’t seem to like it. So I decided to eat them all. I’m sorry, Son. Next year I will do better (and you should be able to help me in the kitchen).

Those were supposed to be apple rose cake which got burned and pumpkin cupcakes dough that taste better before getting into the oven 


Soooo. Happy turning one! I should’ve posted this like, almost a hundred days ago, but you kept me busy. See how I prioritize you over social media? :p

Okay. You caught me making excuses. But I honestly believe you shouldn’t wait for a certain day to be thankful for something.

Here’s to celebrate 1 year and almost 3 months of your life! And to 31 years and a month of your father’s life! And to two years something of your parents surviving their marriage! And to everything in life that is wonderful and sometimes taken for granted! Cheers!

Oh dear, we love you so much.


Butopik & husband

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