everyone's waiting to waive goodbye 2007. .
and warmly welcomes 2008 with hopes. .
and i am one of them. .
hoping. . .
praying. . .
wishing. . .
expecting. . .
that my 2008 will be more fruitful. . .
but unknowingly, 2008 will welcome me with problems. .
and that makes me feel sad..
surprisingly. . .
at the same night, December 31, i heard that my angel was born. .
it was cold night. .
the blew of the wind touches my skin. . .
then i heard a whisper. . .
and i knew deep in my heart, it was my newly born angel. . .
and that was so strange. . .
so beautiful. . .
2008 comes. .
at that night, i was celebrating new year with a disturbed heart and mind. .
despite of all, i still chose to enjoy and celebrate because of him, my angel.
God still gave me reasons to celebrate despite of all. .
God really never left me. . . never!
at that night,i am carrying burdens. . .
at the same time, happiness. .
my heart was filled of unexplainable happiness.
don't know where to put it... 
i used to set aside the burdens that i am carrying. . .
that time, God gave me another reason to live my life. .
to dream more. . .
to pursue more. . .
to work more. . .
my angel was and will always be a blessing to me and to everyone . . .
an inspiration. . .
a precious gift. . .
From that day on. .
the only thing i wish was to see him. .
to embrace him. . .
and welcome him. . .
put him here in my arms..
share my heart beat. . .
and the warmth of my love for him. . .
Days passed by. .
and i have to leave. . .
i was so sad that day. .
i am leaving without even seeing him . .
just even to take a glance. .
i am carrying a heavy heart. . .
i don't want to leave but I have to . .
and i left . . .
days. . .
weeks. . .
and months. . .
has passed by. . .
and my heart is longing to be with my angel. . .
to see him..
to touch him..
to talk to him..
i always have him here in my thoughts. .
in my heart. .
And finally. . .
the day that i've been waiting for. . .
the chance to see him...
for the first time...
i have a teary eye. . .
the tears of joy...
I finally saw him. . .
I put him here in my arms. . .
sing him a song until he fell asleep. . .
He woke up.
I played with him. . .
convincing him to smile. . .
making stupid stuff just to make him laugh. . .
and he laughed. . .
His cute little voice. .
the sounds of his laughs. . .
oh, i will never forget that...
my angel, you are my angel. . . 