Here’s some photos taken during Dawn’s birthday.
Poh Poh made these eggs for Dawn!
Birthday Cake! Yee Yee ordered this for me!
How nice it will be if I will ever get a $88 Angbao out of nothing…
No..this is not talking about the $88 angbao that’s not real…
I went shopping the other day. It’s so hard to look for clothes nowadays. The fashion is way out of my liking. All those fluffy, baggy clothes reminds me of my pregnant clothes. Yucks! Why on earth fashion turn into something that makes every lady walking on the street look like they are pregnant?!
Walked the whole of shopping mall but I could not find something which gave me a reason to sign my credit card.
Was about to leave when… I spotted this top which is the right cut, right fashion, right colour, right fit….. and guess what?
It cost $88!
I can’t part with my money for a top that cost $88 …I just can’t….and I walked away….
T-T
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAWN!
Dawn is 1! Sweet!
Celebrating Dawn’s birthday gave me a whole new perspective of things. It’s VERY different from celebrating my own or any others’ birthdays.
Our own birthdays could be filled with cake, presents, dinners, gatherings etc etc. It’s a day of self-declared “Me” holiday (well, most will chose to take leave from work on the day of the birthday), it’s possibly a day of “Age-anxiety”. It could be a day of reflection of the past years and counting on the things which were achieved. It’s just about “ME”.
When I celebrated Dawn’s birthday…..I suddenly realised that birthdays are so noble. Noble for the mothers, ie. It’s no longer about how big the cake is, or how much presents my dear girl has received, BUT it’s an indication of how much my dear girl had grown for that past 1 year. And this indication and thought that ran inside me is so heart-warming, so real and so filled with thanks-giving.
And I appreciated my own mother more.
Whether my birthday is celebrated or not, that noble indication makes the day as or even brighter than any kind of celebration; or no-celebration. That day, even how old I am, will always bring my mother back to the day when she was delivering me.
And yes, I thought of the day Dawn was borned. Everything was fresh in my mind..to the extend of the sound of the equipment, Dawn’s 1st cry and Dawn’s 1st look at me when she was pulled to my body the moment she was out.
I look forward to every Dawn’s birthday..I know whenever her birthday comes, I aged… but as long as she is healthy & happy, I am happy.
I enjoy that happy smile ….
…. that flashes at me and it makes my day.
I enjoy that morning sms ….
…. that greeted me and makes my day.
I enjoy that cup of ginger tea ….
…. that makes me stop sniffing and it makes my day.
I enjoy that cup of coffee ….
…. that I yield for the moment I stepped into the office, and it makes my day.
I enjoy those family gatherings ….
…. those which are filled with warmth and noise, and it makes my day.
I enjoy those quiet moments in the dark bedroom ….
…. those which I can hide under my blanket and play my psp, and it makes my day.
I enjoy those warm hands ….
…. those that kept me warm and hold me tight, and it makes my day.
I enjoy that kiss ….
…. that kiss that tells me he loves me, and it makes my day!
Oh yah…I’m a simple woman. Little things makes me happy. Little things makes me enjoy them…