Kiko reminds me to always thank God for making it through another day.
I almost forgot how to have a (boy) toddler until Kiko came around.
I forgot how much mess they can make.
I forgot how much tantrum they can throw.
I forgot how much diaper I need to change (his appetite is insatiable).
I forgot how much sticky they are.
I forgot how frustrating it is for him to not find the words yet.
I forgot that it takes so much energy to raise a toddler.
I barely have any left.
But his enjoyable laughter, his cute face, his blissful existence is like communion to my soul.
Thank God I have little helpers around.
Everyday with him proves that I can’t rely on my own strength anymore.
It can only be from God.
Happy birthday Kiko. I can’t wait until you’re 3!