The Year That Was

2012 was a year of good memories for me and mi familia, it started out great and ended with a bang. A lot of unexpected things happened that made our lives turned around. I would like to enumerate some of 2012 highlights for keepsake.

 

JAN: My blog was born. Our pet-daughter got pregnant which got us so excited.

 

FEB: Bebe Uno started to walk on her own, it took her about 4 months to finally got the courage. Uno also started to overcome her developmental anxieties. Our pet Mash gave birth to 3 cute puppies via normal delivery.

 

MAR: We were all saddened by the sudden death of our dear pet Mash but at the same time were so joyful about the news of my pregnancy. My pregnancy was a little delicate that’s why I believed that the death of Mash was a sacrifice for my new baby. 

 

MAY: We’re back home. We stayed at my mama’s house when Uno turned 2 months and at her 19th month we decided that it’s time to go back.

 

JUN: Celebrated our 4th family anniversary. Since I am not allowed for a plane ride and mi esposo was too lazy to drive, we settled for the next best thing and had our staycation at no less than the Manila Hotel. Luxury at its finest, enjoyed to the max.

 

SEPT: Our 9th year as a couple was celebrated via lunch date at the Champagne Room of the Manila Hotel. Yes, we’re patrons now. I also had my mafia inspired maternity photo shoot that month courtesy of good friends from Pixel Pix.

 

OCT: Our birth month. I was so touched by the surprised baby shower organized by mi loving esposo. If there’s a highlight amongst the highlights of my 2012 it would be the birth of bebe Dos, a day before my birthday. 

 

NOV: Mi bebe Uno turned 2. Mi esposo treated me for a post birthday/post congratulatory lunch at the Corniche, Diamond Hotel. My 2 months alone with mi kiddos had begun. So tiring to run the house alone but enjoyed every bit of it.

 

DEC: Partied left and right. The kiddos met Santa Claus in person. Organized the joint 60th Birthday Bash for my F&MIL, it was a surprised celebration and I was assigned to make-up a lot of lies alibis. Glad it turned out well. The end of my vacation, still maid-less.

His' is the Best

There are times when I feel God doesn’t hear my prayer. There’s this typical afternoon.. okay, let me first define what's typical afternoon for me is – it is the time of the day wherein my kiddos are having their mid-day nap and I am free to do the not-taking-care-of-kids-related things like washing of feeding bottles, cooking, washing baby’s cloths, ironing and cleaning (we’re maid-less remember?) within the timeframe of their naptime.

 

So, on to my story, there’s this typical afternoon where my mind was bombarded with piled-up chores, I incessantly prayed to have it all done and have the luxury of at least 10 minutes rest before 1 of the kiddos wakes up. I was on the middle of the last task when suddenly Dos awakes. I took him and proceeded to the same corner of the bed, our usual feeding spot, only now with cloths ready to be ironed on it. Feeling upset knowing that I will not be able to finish the ironing and will have no time to stretch a bit, I knew I had an unanswered prayer. Staring at the cloths in front of me, I realized I was so relaxed. It was the most comforting feeding time ever. Dos immediately went back to sleep after he finished his milk and I was able to finish my work plus a bonus of 30 minutes break before Uno wakes up.

 

Sure God did not answer my prayer but He gave me better – an in-between break plus a culminating rest. How could I? Of course, His plan is always better than mine.   

Borrowed Angel

What do you need to say to ease a mother’s sorrow? I say none. There is not a word to comfort her, not in her grieving times. You can always say the sweetest thing, give the soundest advice and provide the most comforting guidance but you still cannot stop her from weeping.

 

There is no greater love than the love she poured over it, the connection between them and the tie that bonded them even for that short span of time. Nobody felt its presence more than she did.

 

It’s in her, but you can never blame her for losing it. There is nothing or no one to be blamed in the 1st place. Not a worldly grasp can rationalize the reason of such fate. You can never even say it’s God’s will, God would never desire His child’s forlorn. I say not a mortal comprehension. 

 

Let her cry, let her grieve and let her weep, for at the end of the day, it’s still she who would heal herself. 

 

There is not a word you can say, but there is always one thing you can do. PRAY for her.

It's the Hump Day!

Wednesday is my favorite day, I don’t know why, but it is. I may sound unusual and weird to most (if not all) but let me rationalize, I feel light whenever it’s the midweek, feels like I survived the manic-ness of the days before it and Friday is within reach. I know it’s just a mind-over-matter thing but it makes me feel good nevertheless. I also like The Glorious Mystery (a rosary mystery) which is every Wednesday too, maybe a good reason to love the day all the more. Still don’t feel it? Okay, I know I cannot convince others to feel the same way towards the hump day, but at least agree with me that you make a smile whenever you say it unlike the rest. Wed-nes-day = :-)

I’m not making sense I know. But you know what’s freakier about this day thing? For me, among all the days of the week, Friday is my least favorite. I can hear you yell at me right now. lol It is super odd I know but I can feel Monday is coming and hunting me every Friday. nyaha

Oh well, just sharing my two cents here, I still believe that “Every Gising (waking moment) is a Blessing”. Have a happy hump day ahead!