The morning you were born the stars shone bright at 9: AM.

One of them I held in my arms. And that was you.

Your fragile tender warm heart beating next to mine.

Your eyes waiting to rend the daylight to meet mine.

The magical moment is still as fresh as yesterday.

I kissed you and placed you gently on Mommy’s heaving chest.

Everything around disappeared except your soft tender crying.

That intimate moment is etched in my mind.

The room felt to levitate for a brief instant. The emotion was powerful.

As life itself. And now I get to listen to your voice and laughter.

To hear your steps. To marvel at your intelligence and kindness.

Sweet child, I am not supposed to say great things about my daughter.

But I just did.

May the stars guide you on all enterprise. May kindness always be the

friend for all your loved and dear ones.

May all your dreams come true.

Happy birthday, sweet child of mine.

Papi.