See You Soon, Love.

We're waiting for you. As a father, and someone who often overthinks and overanalyzes, I stir and keep asking myself what I can do other than wax the floors, change the curtains, accompany your mother while shopping for your clothes, assemble things, drive her to the OB consultations, --- what can I do more than the given?

In a few days, we begin all over again. Just last night, I was telling your Kuya about the concept of reincarnation juxtaposed with the law of conservation of energy. How atoms are like legos as basic building blocks. With you, we start anew. I wonder where the world will take us, how we’ll shape it. I try to imagine how we will describe the world together. How you’ll cry, laugh, feel. How you'll discover words. How you'll search for the truth.

Most people despise waiting. Time is another difficult earthly concept, and waiting makes many people lose their bearings. But I can tell you now how I enjoyed this wait and how I know where I stand. Because as I wait, it is as though I peek into the future. I see that we will never end.