16 February 2008. The birth of my second child. The birth of my son. The boy who complete the family. The boy who we anticipated. The boy who I carried for 37 weeks. The boy who I breastfed for whole 6 months. A boy who I dream to crave for my attention and cuddle. A boy who I foresee to play soccer with the daddy and go to mosque together. He who will be a mummy’s boy and daddy’s best friend.
Aqil turns 3 today. I felt in love with the name because both the meaning and arabic means the same. Therefore it didn’t take me long for the confirmation. Furthermore the name is just perfect and simple, short and blends with the father’s.
To the boy whom I made him an elder brother at the tender age of 13 months, nothing can change my love and attention for you. You are still my baby. You are the apple of my eyes. I strongly believe that you will be a protector to your siblings. Although you are that stubborn and rough, I have faith in you that you will be a great mentor to your brothers.
Dear son, I’m sorry that I have neglected you during your younger days. I’m sorry for changing your status to an elder brother at a young age. I’m sorry for being harsh on you most of the time. I’m sorry for reprimanding you when you throw tantrums. You are a tough boy with a soft heart. You are the test of my patience and we always have squabbling moments. You are a one smart boy and always said the darnest thing. You are the one who light up the family. I may discover your personality later in the stage but I strive to make up the loss. Hence, your birthday party will be a family affair at our abode, with the presence of the people who adore you so much. I gave you the privilege to choose your birthday cake design and present. I hope that you will enjoy the day, a day just for my baby boy! Happy birthday, my dearest son, I love you so much!
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