It’s Igwe’s birthday today, but it’s different from all the other birthdays I have celebrated with him. This time, he’s a daddy, and I am continuously entertained by his antics. Igwe is a dadzilla (and I’ll blog about this later). I am so proud of who Igwe has become since we started this journey in 2010. He has grown so much and learned so much, and I couldn’t be happier that part of his change is because of me.
I thank God everyday that I chose him. When Igwe started “pursuing” me, I could not be any less interested. I told him it was not going to happen, and I meant it. In fact, my exact words were “My God will not do that to me.” And he has not stopped laughing at me because my God did that to me, and I am so happy that He did. On paper, Igwe was not what I was looking for. I’ll tell that story another day.
Usually, I type Igwe’s birthday post way before his birthday, and I have time to edit it and think about it and all that good stuff, but not this time. Because just nine days ago, we became parents. It’s past 8 in the morning right now; Igwe is still sleeping and my grandma is feeding Ada (not her real name, but her blog name. Yes, I will still blog about her name/naming ceremony). I’m sitting on the love seat in the living room and tapping at my keyboard. I have not bought a gift for Igwe yet, nor did I buy him cake. I apologized to him yesterday and promised to still get him a gift, but he doesn’t care. “You have already given me the best gift,” he said.
Funny enough, last year was when Igwe started putting fire on my yansh for a baby (I’ll tell this story too in another Journey To Baby post). It was last year that he started telling me what he wanted for his birthday in 2015. He wanted me to give him a baby by his next birthday. Here we are today. It’s neither by my power nor by my might. All I did was have sex, and even that was by His grace, too. Everything else was Him.
So, to the love of my life, Igwe, I wish you a very happy birthday today. I am so proud to call you my husband and “baby daddy.” I couldn’t have done this with anyone else. You understand me in a way that no one else does, and you like me even when I don’t like me. You defend me ferociously, till I have to even beg you to cool temper biko. If I had to build my husband myself, I would not have been able to make him as fine as you. You are everything I prayed for in a husband and much more, and I am truly blessed and highly favored to be next to you as you take this journey and realize your destiny.
God bless you, Igwe Oluwaseun Akinsanya. May the Lord keep you, favor you, and shine His face upon you. You had a rough start in life, but look at you now, blooming like a rose in the middle of a green field. You have surpassed everyone’s expectations of you, and those who mocked you now praise you. If someone had told you decades ago that this would be your life today, you would not have believed them, but God had and still has plans for you. May everything that you lay your hands on prosper (plus I’ll benefit from it); may you be a lender to nations, may you stand before kings and presidents, and if you so desire, may you be one of them, too. May people be blessed through you, and may God look upon you with a smile on His face. Ada is so blessed to have you as her daddy, and I am terrified of how much of a daddy’s girl she will be.
May you have long life, health, joy, prosperity and peace that surpasses all understanding. May God bless and favor you beyond your expectations. We have seen first hand that He is more than able to do this. I love you, Igwe, and it’s two of us from here till eternity. Happy Birthday.
P.S. Grandma just came out of her room, saw me typing away and said, “This girl, you still didn’t go back to sleep? You’re here pressing computer. Ji si ke [well done].” Looool. I just burst out laughing.