Dear Mahu,
You are the dearest of all. And today would be the last day, I can say you are a four year old. This year has been so wonderful, getting to know you better and to love you more. I don't even deserve your love, so abundant and expressive. The way you introduce me to everybody, makes me feel like a celebrity.
I want to hold you a lot, before your speech becomes clearer, before your baby voice matures and before you want to break away. My dear, along with that, I hope we will continue to run, swim, play, sing and dance, cook, read, travel, experiment, chat our time away and make a whole bunch of memories.
I hope I am able to keep up with your grit, perseverance, interest, creativity and focus. Your clever and witty answers will always be cherished. Your patience and skill to teach. I have so much to learn from you. Your curiosity, observations and wonder are so wonderful. I am not at all worried about what you will do in your life and hope to have your company as much as possible. Dear son, whatever happens, never ever panic. There are always better things to worry. You just continue to be yourself, keeping yourself physically safe, fit and responsible. I hope you don't get fixated too much with comforts. We are yet to do things in a way that we are flexible enough to take on life, however tough situations become. You must travel a lot, in your own company, soaking up the place's air and vibes. Know the history, and appreciate whatever life offers in the moment. Always, live in the moment like you do right now.
My dear, from babydom to toddlerhood to a preschooler, you are growing up way too soon and I am not getting enough of you. Please don't grow up so fast.
And as I always say, always remember that I love you a lot, please. I really hope I am of some use to you.