July 7 - my younger son’s birthday. Aypee, the Junior. My reliable son, my driver , my errand boy…. , my student nurse (when will you graduate son? hehe), my mucho guapito baby boy is now 22 years old…. ohhh.. i am old! haha!

One thing I am very thankful for on my son’s birthday is - at least he did not get to celebrate at the hospital!

Happy Birthday, my son! I know I am not the only woman in your life now - but I am not jealous (lower my eyebrows please…. :))

In my heart, you will always be the hyper active boy I nurtured. In my mind you will always be that boy who would sprawl on the floor making kites out of Japanese paper and coconut midribs… the boy about who I would ask around from the neighbors “Have you seen my son biking around?” - because you would speed out of the house on your bike after school and God knows where you could be, and I, your mom - at the time when  cellphones were still a rarity - could only pray for your safety as you explored the neighborhood and beyond.

I love you, son! Go and explore the world now… I won’t be asking around about you anymore… not because we have cellphones and emails to let me know how you are - but because I am confident you are now certain of life’s pathways…