To The Father Of My Son

Two years ago, I posted the #architecthusband’s unsung hero’s fatherhood story. Every single word in that piece still holds true to this day. And every single day, I thank God for blessing me with a kind, funny, gracious, and selfless man for a husband and a father to my son. When my husband and I were still dating, I used to be the cheesy one. I remember I even gifted him a tiny dictionary (wow, couldn’t I get more creative?) where I highlighted random words that reminded me of him and challenged him to look for all those words. I can no longer remember what those exact words were, but I’m pretty sure in our more than two years of being parents, that vocabulary has already expanded.

10 Things I Hate About Raising A Child

I don’t hate raising a child or being a parent, OK? I originally wanted to name the title “10 Things I Hate About Parenting,” but the #architecthusband JS made me realize that “parenting” is such a broad and deeper concept, which goes beyond child-rearing. It’s true, in our almost 28 months of being parents, what we know and still learning are nothing compared to what our own parents have gone through while raising us.