May 7, 2015
The first time we met, your father was carrying you on one hand and holding a flower on the other. It was at the airport parking lot and I was looking at the two of you crossing the street, it all happened in less than 10 seconds but that right there is a huge chunk of my life right now. I remember when your Papa and Tito Byron surprised me in Baguio. I was watching them cross Harrison Street towards me and that morning will forever be in my heart. I wish that someday you will have these memories, too.