My Hubby Is A Happy Father

(CLICK ON THE TITLE FOR MY FATHER'S DAY SONG TO MY HUBBY)

Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted. - GARRISON KEILLOR

This is Maren Rae, our baby; picture taken with her daddy during our spring picnic last Mother's Day at the Smithsonian Park. She's growing up pretty, smart, and talented. Her first grade teacher just recently wrote a comment in her notebook "I'm so proud of Rae, my super student!", which made Reiner and I proud of her too. This blog (click here) is full of her artworks. She's learning to play the violin now, and she loves playing the harmonica too and her toy piano. She is the apple of our eyes, the star of our small but happy family!

I found this letter in her baby book. I was tearful while reading this. It brought back a lot of memories of our darkest days (click here). Reiner wrote this letter while I was in labor in the hospital for Rae to open when she's 16 (9 more years to go!)...

Dear Baby,

Hi! This is your dad speaking. I'm in the hospital room right now. It's already 12:06am. May 8, 1998.

I really don't know what to tell you, but one thing I'm sure about right now is that I'm worried as hell. Your mom's in labor right now with you and I'm not allowed in. Sucks, huh?

Actually, I'm writing a romance-horror story right now. But it's hard telling a story when your mind is not there. I almost forgot, the title of the story is "Nocturnal Love", kinda corny I guess.

When you read this, you'll probably already be all grown up. I wonder what you'll be like. Maybe you'll be an athlete like your Unce Affie, or maybe as smart as your mom, I don't know. But whatever you turn out to be, I promise you that I'll always be your friend.

Right now I've got a really big problem. I don't have money enough to pay for your delivery. Your mom and I are just going for it. Something might come up and save us from all this mess.

You won't believe how excited we were when we found out that you were coming out today. We had been waiting for months for you, but you're finally here. I guess eventhough I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, God still loves me, He gave me you didn't He?

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. We have another problem. We don't really know if you're going to be a boy or a girl. So to say, we haven't picked out a name for you. Actually we thought of Rhyss if you're a boy, or Raeven if you turn out to be a girl. I'm not going to tell you what I hope you're going to turn out to be.

To tell the truth, your mother and I have been working our butts off to welcome you into this world with a bang. I think we did okay. One day, I promise you, we are going to be filthy rich.

I haven't spoken to your Oma for six months now, eversince I left home. But I know she'll love you when she sees you. You're pretty lucky with your grandparents. I'm sure they'll spoil you rotten. But not if I can help it...heh, heh, heh.

So I guess I'll be seeing you soon, Weeweh. I'm going down to the labor room on the fourth floor to check on your mom. There's an alarm, I wonder what it is.

See you baby, I love you.

Always, Daddy (Reiner d' great and cool dude)

P.S. I don't know how I'll be looking when you see this letter, but as of now I'm a total hunk. I've got a really long hair tied up in a pony tail, and I weigh about 150 lbs. My guess is that I'll still be as gorgeous as ever. Even when you're fifty.

TO MY BLOGGER FRIENDS: TITO SAM, J.ANGELO, ARVIN, PUNZI, KA URO, RONALLAN, ATONG, ALLAN AMBOT, BW, JOHN REYES, MAJOR TOM, CARLOS PEREZ, JP Aclan, TITO ROLLY, .....

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all the great fathers in the world...especially to my PAPA.