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I decided to look at September differently and it’s been good. This has got to be the busiest month for my kid attending birthday parties left and right. On the first weekend of September alone, we attended 3 parties already. We’ll be attending more before the month ends.  I love attending parties especially those I know the parents’ really went all out preparing for. I understand the parents’…moms’ excitement especially…because I, myself, always get overboard went it comes to party planning.

Two months from now, Noah will be celebrating his 3rd birthday. Earlier this year, husband an I decided to spend it at either McDonald’s, Jollibee, or KFC. We realized this will be the first time that Noah will really understand and enjoy that the party is for him.

But we’re no longer having a big one this year as we’re going out of town on my boys’ birthday week. I’m still thinking of having a small one at home though simply because I have a theme in mind. I just don’t know if I’ll still have the energy by then. We’ll see.

I love planning for events! If I’m not a stay-at-home mom or have a full-time work, I’d probably be organizing events. It can be stressful I know but always fun!

I’ll be posting past parties I’ve planned for Noah. As much as possible, I try to work within a given budget but I always overspend. (Who doesn’t?)

I don’t claim to be an expert. I’m not a pro. I’m just a wife, a mommy, and a sister. I’m just a girl who has many ideas and who wants to make her loved ones happy. 🙂

Up Next: Noah’s Dedication

 

Becoming Martha

Everyone in my generation knows who Martha Stewart is. I’m not really a fan but I’m slowly becoming like her minus her being in prison.

When I say becoming Martha, I’m turning into this very domesticated woman. Although I’ve always been known to become “The Mother” or the “Domestic Goddess”, it’s only now that I am taking this to heart. I always knew that I’d be that stay-at-home wife and mom. I never imagined myself going up the corporate ladder. I guess it’s because I have always admired my mom, The Ultimate Housewife, for me–that I wanted (still want) to be like her. I know I will never be. It’s going to be too difficult to surpass her.

I never imagined it would also be possible. When I left my office job more than five years ago to help a business and do consultancy, I didn’t think it would work. It was a big leap of faith for me. Little did I know that my first few months of “working from home” would be God’s way of preparing me for marriage. During that time, my parents were staying with my sister’s family because Daddy was recuperating from his stroke. My brother and I, together with my grandmother and a 4-year old niece, were left at home. Of course, I had to step up and be “The Man”. Back then I found it too easy because my mom would still be the “General Manager”.

When I got married the next year, I was prepared….a bit. I knew how to clean the whole apartment, wash the dishes, and cook (read: fry eggs and cook rice). Being an architect’s daughter, I was very handy.

It’s only until we moved to our own place early last year that I realized that becoming a Martha isn’t at all easy. It’s only now that I’m realizing that it takes a lot of effort and energy to do all the stuff around the house and not have a maid and a nanny. Only after two months of moving in that I thought the hours I spend doing the household chores could be better spent with my son. We hired a cleaning lady who comes thrice a week. I’m still not prepared to get a stay-in maid because I know it is also a big responsibility. And besides, my husband also works from home so I’d have an extra pair of hands to help with the baby. And yeah, we don’t want other people living at home..at least not yet. Continue reading Becoming Martha

GOD’S PEACE

September 29, 2011

I woke up very early that Thursday. That meant I’d have more time for myself – to have my quiet time, to read, and to clean the house before my boys get up. I walked down our stairs, telling myself “Maybe I should write that tribute to Daddy. He may not read it anymore.”

I have no idea why I thought about that but I really did.

I wasn’t able to do any of the things I mentioned. I proceeded to the kitchen to cook the recipes I’d been wanting to prepare for my family: Mango Salad and Celery Soup. I’d gone serious with my cooking and had started to bring meals to my parents. I even bought a “Low Cholesterol Diet” book so I could cook for my dad. He’d been undergoing a new series of medical tests for more than a month then. It was the first since he suffered a mild stroke five years ago. But he was fine – his test results were okay and he just needed to take his medicines regularly.

I ordered five bottles of Green Barley from a friend. It’s the latest superfood. I was told barley is good for the health. I’ve tried a couple of bottles already and I noticed I became more energetic. So I planned to give the rest to my dad. My order came that very same Thursday. I was hopeful he’d be healthier.

I went to work– which was just in front of my computer. I was ecstatic to use my new monitor. I had just gotten an adapter so I could connect my MacBook Air to Joshua’s old monitor. I had a new workstation. And then I thought about my old desktop PC. “I’ll give it to daddy so he can have his own in their room“, I thought.

Amazon just announced its new lineup of Kindles. It was my first assignment for the day. It took me a while to finish it because I had to edit a bunch of images and make photo galleries. After finishing my Kindle article, I decided I’d buy daddy a Kindle this coming November. He loved to read, reading all the materials he could lay his eyes on. I promised I’d subscribe him to Reader’s Digest when he gets the Kindle. My husband’s boss was coming so I thought I’d ask him to get the e-reader for me.

Because of the busyness that day, or should I say my laziness, I wasn’t able to take a bath earlier. After that one article, I settled Noah on my office chair to watch his current favorite “Polar Express”. I grabbed my towel but I didn’t head to the bathroom immediately. I saw that our sink had a lot of unwashed dishes so the OC in me went and started to wash the plates.

Then, suddenly, my phone rang. I ignored the first ring because I was busy. It rang the second time so I hurried to answer it.

Yang, si Daddy mo inatake. San ko dadalhin?“, my mom said panicking.

I remember answering, “Ha?” I couldn’t decide so I asked Josh. My husband answered “Polymedic” since it was nearest. I thought of saying “Medical City” but I thought it was too far.

I started calling on the name of Jesus. I’ve lost count of how many times I blurted His name. Noah had no idea that I was panicking. My husband told me to remain calm. Surprisingly, I wasn’t freaking out (not yet). I just kept on saying “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…

I took a quick shower in our bathroom upstairs. I don’t often use that, but that day I did. I wasn’t crying yet. I was alternating saying “Jesus” and “Peace”. And then I thought, “Why wasn’t I praying for my dad to be healed?”. For a second I thought I was being selfish. It was my prayer for God to give me PEACE. Later on I learned from a Pastor that it was God leading me to pray that kind of prayer.

Peace was given right away. I had that moment in the shower when everything turned slow and silent. It happened for a few seconds. It was like in the movies: I was moving slow and images were blurred. Now that I think about it and the time it happened, perhaps it was that very moment that my Daddy has breathed his last breath.

I hurried down, grabbed my bag, and hugged my husband. By this time, Noah was crying because he realized I’d be going out. I apologized to my son and ran out the gate. I ran and ran and ran. I ran the whole stretch of the street with the wind on my face. It was getting dark. I was still repeating the name “Jesus” and the word “Peace”.

As if by some Divine intervention, the first cab I saw was available. I told the driver “Manong, emergency lang ho, Mandaluyong Hospital.” My mom called again to tell me traffic was really bad so they brought daddy instead to the public hospital. I had reservations about the hospital but I said we’d just transfer him as soon as possible.

I called Kuya Chad, my brother-in-law, as I decided not to call my sister so she wouldn’t worry. I told him the details and he told me to remain calm. They would be praying.

The ride to the hospital was a blur but I remember texting some of my friends asking for prayers. Fortunately, traffic from our house to the hospital was light. I got there within 15 minutes.

I got out of the cab. I remember my steps were hurried. It was as if I was skipping. It was the first time I’d been to that hospital. It was dark outside but I put on a brave front. I was trying to compose myself.

It was like another scene in a movie: girl asks where the emergency room is, passes through the crowd saying “Excuse me”, opens a huge door, and then sees her father lying on the stretcher with the doctors and the nurses fussing over him.

I saw my mother and my brother. They were calm. I hugged my mom and she apologized that she only got to bring daddy there. I told her it was okay because it was the nearest and the most sensible thing to do. I knelt down by my daddy’s head and whispered “Daddy, we’re just here. We love you”. I had no idea about his state so I held his forehead and prayed for him. Everyone in the ER was looking at us — at me. I knew they were staring at this woman who was praying over the new patient.

After a while, I stood up and asked the doctor, “So what’s happening? What are you doing?

She said, “We are trying to resuscitate him. But we checked his eyes, dilated na. No more pulse. We’re just waiting for the flatline.

I snapped, “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.

I had no idea what to say. Did that statement mean my dad is dead? Gone? “We’re just waiting for the flatline”… just like in the movies!

My mom and brother went to the other side of the room while I stayed near daddy. I was still praying. Now I was praying for a miracle. And then the nurses were slowly leaving. The doctor was already seated. I was left alone. Still no flatline.

I was confused. “So that’s it? He’s dead?” I still hadn’t mustered up the guts to say to myself he’s gone. I told my mom, “Mommy, gumagalaw pa yung chest nya, may pag-asa pa.” I really had no idea.

I went to the doctor and asked her again, “So ano na po, doc?

She replied, “Yun na po, we’re just waiting for the flatline

I said, “So umm, what’s the time of death?”

She answered, “6:32.

That was it. Dad was gone.

I went back to his side quietly and held his hand. My mom saw me from where she was seated and asked “Ano na?” I went to her and said “Wala na daw eh”. She gave me a puzzled look and then slowly went to our daddy. My brother didn’t ask but he understood.

We stayed at his side for what seemed like the longest ten minutes of our life. I was holding his left hand and telling him that I love him. I remember thanking him right then and there for our life…our family. We were all crying. Mommy kissed him for the last time.

I called my brother-in-law again. I said, “Kuya, wala na eh.

Anong wala na?

Wala na si daddy eh

Exhaust nyo lahat ng dapat gawin

Wala na eh… wala na.

And then I hung up.

I stopped crying. I comforted my mom and reassured her that it was his time. “It’s his time. He has lived a full life. Let’s thank God that daddy was such a good husband and father. He loved us and we loved him.

Dayang, a friend from church, came. She was witness to that very sad moment of our life as a family. I didn’t see it but she said it was she who closed my daddy’s eyes.

Really at that time, God gave me peace once again. That daddy was in heaven. My God reminded me that my earthly father was a good man. He had left us good memories.

I stood up. I wanted to be away from the body so I asked one of the nurses to bring him to the morgue. It was only the body after all.

He was gone.

I texted my husband, simply, “No more.”

My brother brought him to the morgue. Mom and I went outside the ER. An hour after I got the dreaded call, daddy was suddenly in Heaven. In my mind, I was rejoicing because I knew that he was no longer in pain. He was now singing with the angels.

Some family and friends came to comfort us. Everything was a blur once again but I remember trying to call my best friend, Cecille, in the US. She didn’t answer so I called her sister instead to share the news. A few church friends started calling too, asking about what happened.

By God’s grace, we were calm. I was calm. It was God’s peace. It was one of those real times that you’d see peace as something that passes human understanding. I could still smile.

But when I went to find my brother at the morgue, I let out a hard cry. I didn’t want my mom to see me. I was trying to be strong for her. It was only with my brother that I cried, hard and loud. We hugged crying for a while.

The body was immediately transferred from the morgue to the memorial home. It all happened too quickly. My uncle was with us and helped with the arrangements and all. Before we went home, Pastor Jesse prayed for the family. His prayer first affirmed what I’d been feeling…

PEACE.

That was what held me that day. And that is what is keeping me from being lonely – God’s peace.

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Writing helps me cope with grief. I had to write how I remembered that day. For two months, I would cry every single day. It wasn’t tears of regret but more of loneliness. But then there’s peace and joy that He is already in heaven. And hapiness because he was such a good father to me.

A Tribute to Daddy

NOTE: More than three years ago I wrote “A Tribute for Mommy” for Mother’s Day. I meant to write one for daddy too but I never got to doing it until he passed away last month. I don’t know why but that fateful day of September 29, 2011, I thought of writing one because I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to read it. True enough, he wasn’t able to because that same day, he went home to be with the Lord.

I didn’t have a hard time writing this piece. I didn’t expect it to be a eulogy for him too. I was laughing and crying the whole time I was writing this long entry. It was probably the first time I really cried hard since he died which was only after two days.

Remembering my Daddy Pete wasn’t painful at all. In fact, it was very easy to do for he left us with plenty of good memories. I can honestly say that I, together with my parents and siblings, had a very good relationship with him. He made sure that our family always had good memories to share and remember.

Writing helps me cope up with grief. I have yet to write about his last days but for now, here is a tribute– my dad’s many stories of faith, hope, and love– a life lived for the greater glory of God.

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My first memory of you was you making me sit on top of a swinging door we once had at home. I was crying because I was too afraid I might fall down. I remember you laughing as you were just playing with me.

On my 6th birthday, I remember you picked me up from school, brought a lot of newspapers as we had a fundraising. I felt super proud because I thought my parents were very generous.

You were my tutor. You were the one I’d ask for help in math. I won’t forget the time you taught me how to do metric conversions at grade 3. I could not get it, with your loud voice I got scared, but then i learned how to do it.

I used to be afraid of you probably because you were  tall, big, and had a very loud voice. Hearing your deep voice was too scary for any little girl. That instilled discipline in me…in us, though. I think that started the fear in me to be obedient, respectful, and not do anything that would upset you.

You would bring me, ate, and Enoch to school every single day all throughout our elementary and high school in your old beat up Passat, Corona, and Sentra. When I was in second year, you’d pick me up everyday at 4 pm except for Thursday when it’s coding. You would help me in all my art projects. I was especially proud that my dad knew how to draw because my projects would always turn out professionally done. You were more than an artist or a painter for me. You were my all-around-guy. I thought you were superman because you were very strong and could fix and do anything with your hands. Of course, you were an architect. And to tell you honestly, I got that being handy from you. I’m Mrs. Fix-it.

Every morning on our way to school, you never failed to pray for us. I remember your tuning the radio to “Hardin ng Panalangin” every morning while in the car. There were times when I dreaded  prayer time because I just wanted to sleep. There was a time when a neighbor would regularly join us on our way to school, I secretly wished you wouldn’t pray because I was too shy. But you weren’t…you were even glad to pray for that schoolmate. It was then I realized that there really is nothing to be ashamed of— our faith in God.

I know you were very proud of me. You would brag about my being on top of our class. My highschool graduation was more memorable because you got your chance to hang my medals for it was always mommy who did it every year.

College was just a blur for me but I will never forget the time you brought me to school in your elf truck. I woke up late for an exam but you managed to bring me to school, from Mandaluyong to Diliman only within 15 minutes….driving a truck. I found it too funny and cool at the same time, because some police stopped you at the checkpoint. Trucks weren’t allowed inside the campus but we got through. What college kid gets to school in a truck? Only me!

You really were my constant driver. You’d bring me to Greenhills and Ortigas every morning when you could even at 530 am. Or pick me up from the office especially when it’s late. You always drove fast and I found it super cool.

I’d always remember you for being a servant of God. You were part of the choir, the Married Couples Fellowship, the Men’s. You once were part of a Children’s Choir presentation. Who could forget the time that you played a bear and sang pompopom. I’ll also never forget when you asked me to sit in front of the audience so I could guide your timing. You were singing solo at a 4pm service.

You set the standard in my looking for a husband.I remember you telling me not to have a boyfriend while in school. And that when I do, that I not do anything that would displease God. You didn’t say “that would dishonor me (you)…but God. It’s one of the reasons why I only had a boyfriend. You guarded and guided my heart and I thank you for that.

Remember the time when I asked permission from you if I could have someone special in my life? I went inside your room, hugged you and asked the question. Your only response, “Mabait naman si Joshua.” That was my signal so the next week, I gave him my precious yes.

You were a big part of my and Joshua’s relationship.  I knew you trusted us. I knew you liked Joshua for me. I know you respect him and loved him. I’ll never forget what you said during our pamamanhikan. He asked if he could formally have my hand in marriage…you only replied with a “Good riddance”.

Some things changed when you had a mild stroke five years ago. I can still clearly remember that night you were admitted at the ICU, I stayed with you. It was painful for me because I could not see you and I was out there in an empty waiting room. I was too scared then. I was afraid you’d go but somehow I knew it wasn’t time yet. The next day, Joshua stayed with me at the hospital until midnight. I told him that my dad would still live to walk me down the aisle and see his apo. True enough, God granted our prayers that night for the next day, you were ready to be removed from the ICU.

But then you had to undergo some therapy. Seeing you weak was all too painful but you showed us that you could recover. We could see hope in your eyes. You fought. You managed to walk straight and talk clearly again because you simply did not give up. Of course, you never regained your old macho self but you showed that one can still survive a heart attack. You were physically weak but I knew that inside you were very strong. You fought for us. You lived five more years for us. You continued to serve God. You even managed to construct a building, an apartment, and did few renovations for family and friends.

Daddy, you were there in some of the most significant events in my life. You were never absent in my growing up years, you were there at my wedding, my pregnancy, Noah’s birthday and his many firsts. You’ve always been there for me, Joshua, and Noah. You’ve always been there for our family.

Joshua will never forget the time you called him before he left for Canada. I found it too sweet that you asked mommy to call him and say “ingat”.  You not only cared for me but also for my husband whom you treat as your own son. And when he came back, mommy told me that you wanted to go to our house that same night and welcome him back.

I will never forget how you’d play with Noah: peekaboo, 123, and him drumming your tummy. Or the times he’d just sit beside you whenever Rambo (the dog) would start to come near him.

You were a good provider. You were such a great father. You were a great husband. You were a great father-in-law.  You were a good tito. People will surely miss Mang Pete.

Some may say you did not do well as an architect because we’re not rich and we don’t have a big house but there are reasons for that. You spent all your money for our good and our enjoyment. We know you spent your resources well to give us a comfortable and happy life. You sent us to good schools, drove us everywhere. I will always remember Fridays at Megamall with the family. You’d pick us up from school still in our school uniform, to treat us at Wendy’s or Sbarro, take us ice skating, shopping, or watch a movie. You spent your money making great many memories for us to forever cherish. Not all kids could say that but we can…I can say that I have great memories with my dad and family.

We may not be rich but you lived life to the fullest. That is why I am more than joyful than sorrowful now for I know you are already having a blast in heaven. And besides, we had a very wonderful relationship. You were never ashamed to express your love for us in many different ways. No regrets. No if onlys. Only life treasures. Only lessons. Only good memories.

Thank you, Daddy. I owe my life to you, my education. How you raised us in faith and love. How you taught us how to love God. I love you very much. We praise the Lord for you. Your life is a legacy of someone who really loves God. I want to be that kind of person who’s never afraid to tell others of Christ. That faithful servant…

We will surely miss you but the memories you left u..the memories we have with you and God’s Peace will keep us through. I say thank you Daddy. I love you.

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Daddy

“Anyone can be a father, but it takes a man to be a dad.”

Thankful to God from giving me and my siblings our daddy Pete Bunsoy, my husband his dad Tem Padla , my son his daddy Joshua, my nephew his daddy Michael Chad Visca and lolo Abraham Visca.

The next generation of BVP is blessed to have these godly men in our lives. My brother Reno Bunsoy someday, will turn out to be a great dad in God’s perfect timing because you are good role models.

Joshua, Noah, and I say this with all honesty, we love you all! ♥

joshua and noah padla

A Tribute to Mommy

My first memory of you was on the day my baby brother was baptized. I was two at that time. I know because I saw the pictures and I could still remember. You left me and Ate at home. I didn’t know why but maybe you felt you couldn’t handle more than one kid at a time. You went away for awhile, but you still came home.

I remember nothing after that incident until I entered school…as a “saling-pusa.” Remember the time when I left the nursery, stomping my feet because my teacher gave me a different and “easier” exam? The teacher followed me all the way to our house. You wondered why I went home early. My teacher explained why. You just laughed. I forgot if you reprimanded me but you were there ready to comfort me.

You believed in me. You knew that I could pass the entrance exam for grade school by defending me to the principal. You were willing to pay P50 for me take the exam. You knew I could do it and I passed. I entered grade school after only a year in kindergarten. You knew I could do it.You were there each year that I’d climb those steps up to the school’s stage. I could never have done it without you. You would wake up every morning…in all my 15 years in school. Daddy would bring me to school while you would bring me and Ate your home-cooked “baon.” My classmates envied me because of you..because of how you’d take care of me and my siblings. I won’t forget the Maggi Savor you’d include in our lunch box. You did that, Mom. You were there everyday…for me, my brother, Ate, and even some of my classmates. You were always there.

When I was doing my thesis, you were there with me and my partner. You prepared food for us and always made us comfortable. I even remember the time I was printing the last pages of my thesis. You were still there ‘til the very end.You went up with me when I finally graduated. I had no award this time but I was just happy to have you there. It was all worth the hardships, the all-nighters, and the expenses. To you and dad, I owe my education…and my life.

It became all too different when dad had a stroke. I knew then how much you were suffering. It was so painful to see you cry. It was the first time something like that happened but you’ve shown much of the grace and strength I wish I had more of.You never described how you felt but I knew you were deeply saddened. Still, your silence encouraged me. Your not speaking a word was, for me, a sign of strength. I saw how much you love Daddy and your children. When you and Dad had to live with Ate, you showed how a wife ought to be. That is, to be by her husband’s side. You knew how to take care of him and your children…and even your nieces and nephews. No wonder they like you a lot.You may not know this but it was difficult for me when you left home for a year to stay at Ate’s place. It was hard for me to become the “mom” of the house, but you were ready to lend a hand and teach me how to run the house. If it weren’t for that time, I wouldn’t be this prepared for married life.

You were the first to know that the man I love proposed to me. I could not remember what you said to me but I knew you were both surprised and happy at the same time. No one could ever compare to the love and support you showed me during the wedding preparations. Your presence, each time, was enough. And during the wedding day, you almost made me cry but I knew you didn’t want to mess up your make up so you just made a joke out of it while I was walking down the aisle. I think you were even more beautiful than the bride that day. I was glad to have you and dad there, waiting for me and ready to give me to my husband.

Now I’m a wife too and, God-willing in the future, a mother as well. But did you know that my greatest fear is not to be able to have a child? I think it’s because I saw how wonderful it is to become a mother…like you were…like you still are. That is why I hope to be like you. Your being a homemaker means a lot to me. I could never exchange you for any highly-paid working mom because your presence in my life is what made me what I am today. We may not be rich in material things but God is so good to bless me with a wonderful family… and with a mom like you.

Someone said there’s no complete state of accomplishment when you’re a homemaker. I beg to differ. My mom was, and still is, a homemaker but look at what she’s accomplished in life. Being a homemaker is more than just doing the laundry or washing dishes. It’s always being there for your husband and your children even when they don’t seem to need you.Bottomline: I want to be the kind of mom and wife Vaisy de Mesa Bunsoy is.

My Flower Girl

Last Saturday, Julliana was a flower girl to her mommy’s friend’s wedding. It was her first time. She was so excited to wear the pretty dress but when she got to the church, she cried and didn’t even enter. She got afraid of the saints’ statues. I wonder why, because she’s seen those already. Too bad. Her mommy changed her clothes and lent the princess gown to some kid instead. Tsk. I hope she won’t do this at my wedding(10 yrs from now). Wait..if that’s the case..she’ll be 13 yrs old then…wag na lang. Haha.

Here’s Juju dressed in a princess gown. I don’t dig the color combination that much.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Is blogging 2 days after my birthday too late? Haha. I couldn’t find the time to blog because I’ve got loads of things to do. Nah. It’s just that I don’t manage my time well these past few days. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. I sleep late, wake up late, and then I sleep again in the afternoon before I start work. What is happening to me? Tsk. I’m so getting used to this lilfestyle. Waaah. Now I don’t really think I could adjust to the corporate environment when I decide to work again.

Anyways, I celebrated my birthday with family and my Joshie. As usual, I woke up late. It was Nav and Juju who woke me up by singing happy birthday. I said thanks and kissed them..then went back to sleep. My parents were home and decided to spend the day at our place. They brought me cake. Message says it was from Nav, my nephew.

I did the usual. Prepared  my cousin for school. Begged her to take a bath and after much prodding, she decided to wear her uniform and go to school. I had my mom bring her to school as I have not ….READ MORE

PS:I can’t post any pics yet coz I can’t find my digicam. Gaaah. Where in the world is Gas? 🙁

Juju’s First Day High

It’s been more than a week since I enrolled my cousin Julliana(Juju) to school. Like a mommy, I was more than excited that she’ll finally start school. It’s just in a nearby playschool so I, and the rest of her entourage(aka yayas) won’t have to travel. She didn’t have her uniform then. I couldn’t decide what to wear…err..to let her wear since most of her clothes are at their place. I just grabbed a red Garfield top and blue shorts. I didn’t know what was in her shoe collection so I asked my lola if she had something to wear with the outfit. Good thing she has red sneakers. Anyway, enough of the dressing-up-the-baby part. My bestfriend says Juju is a Little Reah now. Hihi.

I was the one who brought her to school. Obviously, I brought a camera with me. It was my brother who picked her up. She was so excited when she got home because she got a star!!! Weepee! My smile was so wide…I almost cried. Gosh. And she’s not even my daughter. I captured these moments because her mom was in the office so atleast I’ve got something to show her. :)

Waiting In Vain

Why is it that waiting have to be so difficult?

The adage ‘Patience is a virtue’ seems to be a far possibility for me.

You wait…and wait…for nothing.

Every night…I cry myself to sleep.

Really.

For reasons I know not.

God. Help me.

As I take the Cross…and follow…lead me.

Take up the Cross I am so finding hard to carry.

One of these days…I might just…

might just give up….

give up…

will.no.will. not. will not give up.

Every night, I cry myself to sleep.

Every night, I cry myself to sleep.

Every night, I cry myself to sleep.

every night..every single night…

I dread the time when I have to lie on my bed…because that means I’ll have to cry some more.

When loneliness sets in…I just turn to God.

Turn to God….and still…wait.