Dearest Tori and Prisci,
I'm hoping that in a year or four, you would be literate enough to read this letter of mine.
I'm writing this in the midst of a pandemic that has devastated a lot of people and has left our family under strict quarantine for several months.
I'm hoping too that all you remember from this period are the happy memories we formed.
Like the time when I baked a cake for Prisci's first month with limited ingredients and very limited knowledge of baking, but I luckily winged it.
Tori kept tearing off the sides of the cake and eating them before I could even set it up.
Or the time we all witnessed Prisci's first hearty laughter.
You giggled like a big kid, Prisci, even if you were only two months old.
Or the time when Tori first experienced putting her hand out in the rain as we stood at the balcony.
Your reaction was priceless, Tori, and you even tried to taste the raindrops.
Or how Tori often poked Prisci's cheeks while excitedly saying, "Baby, baby!"
There was also that time when Prisci would always be quick to smile at the sight of any of us, but, most especially at daddy, her favorite parent (according to me).
When you're a little bit older, your history books will show that 2020 was a tragic year for the entire world.
That this was a time of much suffering and disruption.
But I'm praying that our photo books from this year will only show images of a family that is contented, healthy, and safe.
I will always protect you from bad and sad memories. I love you both more than you'll ever know.