32 YEARS AGO

On the night of February 1st, 1976 exactly 32 years ago, a young mother was struggling between life and death, while the anxious and eager husband waited outside the room, sweating, praying hoping that his beloved wife will survive the pain and will not give up easily. After all, this was not her first time.

At 9.30 pm, praised to God, they welcomed their 10th child into this world. A fine-looking, debonair little prince with piercing grey eyes, blonde hair and he was named My Husband.

Over the years, he has grown up and became what he is today. He is no longer unwaged, but still rounder than he used to be.

Today, he is celebrating his 32nd birthday. He is happier now compared to 21/2 years ago when he was jobless. More matured than before and I know he still much in love with me since the day we met 4 years ago.

Happy Birthday to the man who never failed to amuse me with his funny stories, his unpredictable characters and moods, his wacky ideas, and how he can change a murky room into a dazzling room filled with colorful balloons, confetti and animal puppets.

To you my LOVE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.