Happy birthday to Mike's nephew
Happy 2nd Birthday, Miggy!
Miggy is the son of Mike's younger sister, Mona. She named him sort of after Mike - I think that was really sweet of her. Mike is both Miggy's uncle and godfather. Miggy won't be reading this post because (1) he doesn't even know this journal exists and (2) he obviously can't read yet. Mona and Miggy moved back to Laguna Niguel, California last April to be with the rest of Mike's family. My poor love, he's the only one left here. :( We miss Miggy terribly. He was the most good-tempered baby I've met. I'm not much good with babies, they tend to cry when I carry them, but he was always so cuddly to me. (Well, and to everyone else. But that's not the point.) I miss going to Mike's house and hearing the patter of his bare feet running across the room. I miss hearing him scream with laughter when he's tickled and peppered with kisses.
It's a little sad that he won't be able to remember us, especially Mike, while we remember having good times with him. Mike was practically his dad - he took care of him, played with him the most, brought him to malls and carnivals. Miggy calls him "papa" (his first word) and has a tendency to gravitate towards people with glasses and long-ish hair (regardless of height and gender) because they remind him of Mike.
This was supposed to be a festive entry but it turned out rather somber. I don't know.
In any case, I hope you're doing well, Miggy. Don't forget us. Don't forget Mike. Happy birthday and I hope you have many more to come.