We have spent 18 of your birthdays together. Fifteen years ago, we spent it in the hospital, waiting for our first born. Your naughty son refused to share your birthday and so, I had to spend the night alone in the hospital.
Arrggh…it is hellish to spend a night at the maternity ward with 8 pat pohs whom had given birth. They either interrogated me or scared me with their birth stories. But we weren’t very rich then, and hence, 8 pat pohs in a room with no air-con, I have to endure.
I cried because I couldn’t give you a baby as your birthday present. I cried because we had never spent any nights away, from the first day we dated (except for the 2 occasions when I had operation).
I have no birthday presents for you because I believe life is as happy as can be. The simple things we gave each other. The presents you gave to me are endless. Some are illustrated here:
1) I have the time, money and happy heart to pause and capture even the smallest insect on a flower.
2) Happiness is all around me. The thrill and smiles on this little boy’s face said, “Smile and the world smiles with you.” I promised to make him ‘masuk internet, masuk computer’ (go on the internet and computer) and that joy on his face is enough to make my day.
3) The things you would do for me. Like crawling so close to the mudpond to capture the lotus I so love. You know I would tumble and slip into the pond if I do so myself. This is my favourite symbol. It is my name. It stands tall and dignified, even in a mudpond. I hope to do so too.
Happy 45th birthday, dear. Thank you and I love you.