We just moved and not yet encountered any neighbors and at the same time we don’t have big budgets for a big party due to having a complicated pregnancy. So it isn’t much called as a party. Well, I called it a feast. Few of our relatives came to give him best wishes. My aunt brought him cake. My uncle brought some ingredients for shabu-shabu but they came late, and everybody were full already. But tomorrow we’ll have it served.
My son, despite of not having a huge party, he deeply appreciated everything. We bought him a scooter or trolley (I don’t know what it’s called). He kept telling us that he was really happy on his birthday and said he wish it will never last.
I thought, we are not able to make everyday as especial as this but I hope I could somehow make it better everyday. Maybe, it’s a good thing that he appreciates simple events like this or maybe not because we might have missed something to make him feel loved.
Or worst is maybe I’m just overthinking.
I hope I could make him happy everyday as it gives me fulfillment. I’m happy to be with him right now but after 2 days he has to be away since his school is far and so my work. We’re living separately at the moment. And hopefully we’ll be together soon.