Love Letters to Zeya Series | - On my quest to write my dear son a love letter each month on his first year.
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You were 3 months yesterday---25th of June 2016. I sang you a happy birthday song early in the morning and as usual, you were wide eyed wondering what song in the world your mommy was singing again.
Since it was a Saturday, a weekend, your dad and I decided, rather braved, to get you outside Dublin. You still cry during car drives and we figured, Voxy Woggy (our car) was your greatest nemesis. My only prayer as I strapped you in your car seat was that you wouldn't cry anymore. But as expected, you did! I sang you a couple of nursery rhymes during the drive while your dad figured out the way with a number of reroutes which made you cry even more.
Nonetheless, we managed to get to this place. Hurray! This is your first trip outside Dublin and when you're all grown up, we will go there again, for breakfast or snacks. I promise.
Nonetheless, we managed to get to this place. Hurray! This is your first trip outside Dublin and when you're all grown up, we will go there again, for breakfast or snacks. I promise.
My heart skips a bit as I type these words. We've come a long way my bubba. Long way. I'd rather post the moments we celebrate each month than the statistics of your growth, in height and weight. At three months, you have become one curious and observant little bubba! Your eyes lit up and grow bigger every time you see something new, something stimulating perhaps. What you lack in weight at this point, you compensate for your curiosity and the numerous cooing sounds you make!
Now with your dad:
The blowing of your candles:
