Dearest daddy...

I heard from people that when we have our own children, we tend to miss our parents.  How true.  Just about a week ago was my daddy's death anniversary.  It has been three years and each time I reminisce the old times, I would still tear.

I remember during my contractions (or was it when I was pushing Faith), I grabbed Geo and said "I wished daddy was here to see Faith!". Likewise, during my wedding, I wished he was around to witness as well.

Now that I have Faith, I began to recall stories from my dad sharing how he took care of me when I was a baby.  He will walk the stairs whenever I kick up a fuss and can't get to sleep.  I am also a very light sleeper so at the drop of the pin, I would wake up.  I somehow see a lot of myself in Faith. My dear daughter, somehow, is also a light sleeper. She wakes up at the slightest sound (Yet she can always sleep through thunder!).  When it turns evening, she tends to cry a little more (I wish I know why!) and that's when I start doing a block stroll. I stroll along corridor, climb up and down the stairs.  As I do walk, I miss my dad.

Well, daddy dearest, I am sure you will adore and love Faith hugely if you were still around.  I believe you would probably drive down to see her every other day just to hug and kiss her. I bask in that thought of love you would have for her. :)  See you one day in the house of God & I will show you all the videos & photos I have taken of her (that's if I can bring my iPhone with me to heaven. Hee...)