We celebrated my husband’s birthday a few days ago. This year’s celebration is different from the previous years as we have an additional member with us. To my husband, Grace is the best birthday gift he has ever received.

Since the arrival of our daughter, he has been wearing multiple hats at home while juggling with the demands at work. He is a supportive and loving husband, a hands-on father and a thoughtful son-in-law. Despite how tired he is after work, he has never failed to bring some cheer home. He will take over the task of attending to Grace from me so that I can rest. On weekends, he will wake up as early as 6am to do marketing so that I can sleep in a little longer, and by the time I’m up, breakfast is ready for me.

He is a natural when it comes to coaxing Grace to sleep, bringing a smile to her face, telling her bedtime stories, singing to her, changing her diapers, bathing her, cutting her tiny fingernails (which I dare not), and the list can go on and on.

I’m sure when Grace grows up, her heart will swell with gratitude and pride as she looks at her father because she has a wonderful father who loves her immensely and will deny himself of rest and things he wants so that she gets nothing but the best.

Happy Birthday!!

Grace is finally one month old! It also spells the end of my "house arrest" aka confinement. The past 2 weeks has been rather challenging with a collicky Grace. Her crying spells often starts in the late morning till 12 midnight before she falls into deep sleep. Fortunately, her crying spells seem to have stopped 2 days ago. I hope this is not the calm before the storm! Let's see...