Dear Adi,

I am going to miss you. I have spent everyday of the past two weeks with you, your Papa and Mama, and your Tita Mae. This has been the first Christmas that we have spent all together in a long time.

 

You won't remember much of it because you're not even two, but we had loads of fun. Let's go back to the zoo when you're older and no longer call all four legged animals as cats. And we promise to get you your own racquet when we go to the beach because you won't use it as a shovel by then. We'll also take you to a tennis match, unless you still have the need to run up and down stairs or poke kids and calling them "baby". (Which is very odd because you're much littler than most of them.)

 

I'm not sure if you'll outgrow your love for cars and balls (most boys don't). But please outgrow Justin Bieber. Years from now, we'll tease you that you dance to his songs whether you're upset, sleepy, or hungry. And that you watch the first 20 minutes of "Finding Nemo" AT LEAST once a day. But that's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, I watch it with you, too.

 

You're very lucky to have very loving parents. Don't give your Mama and Papa headaches, especially when riding escalators. And Tita Mae is always on the shopping lookout for cute stuff for you so try to spare her from your morning grumpiness.

 

I'm going to miss waking up to your "Tita? Tita!" shouts. Also sneeze-pretends and playing peek-a-"BAH" with you.

 

Give kisses to everyone for me. I love you all very, very much. I'll see you all again soon.

 

Mwah! Aaah-choo! :)

 

Love,

Tita Bom