Dear September

I am enchanted of the days that we spend together.
I pray you would look like your father.
I pray you have your father's courage.
I pray you would have his sense of responsibility
I pray you would not take his same road of youth too
He promised on my belly that he would look after us.
And I trust him.
I pray that you would take my eyes.
I pray that you would also have the same confidence as I have.
I pray that you would also look at life the way I do.
Life gives us different kinds of fruits.
It is up to you how you make of it.
It might give you a lemon, or a guava, if you do not how to use it, then it would soon rot and put to waste.
But if you know how to juice it up, and put sugar of your liking, then good job on life.
Unlike any other couple, I would say, your father and I have different view of life.
I am satisfied with life. As long as I see colors and hope around me, I see inspiration. That is maybe because I grew up in a warm and cozy home. Your father had a tough childhood. You might see grandma tear up talking about her life with grandpa, you might even hear stories of how your father survived the agony of insufficiencies, but it made him strong and unbreakable. But it also made him a man who has less trust and less hope. But no worries, now that we have each other, it might be an odd blend but we only pray to have your life worth while.
We will teach you to pray.
We will teach you to bike.
We will teach you to sing.
We will teach you to make genuine friendships.
We will teach you to create.
We will teach you to love.

I will see you soon.
P.s. please do no give Mommy a hard time to carry you.
I love you.