I woke up quite early to send off hubby to his current professional commitment. He had to be in his appointment at around 6 in the morning. Rain was quite non-stop and the cold front had elevated my colds to the highest possible level. I am like a walking clogged nose or vice versa. I might need 5.11 Tactical Jacket, it is tough enough to ward off the coldness or flu coming up!
By 7 am my eldest prepared for her school. I had to wake her, fed her heavy breakfast and after bathing and dressing up, off she went to school. Since she is such a big girl now, she went to school by herself - which happens to be five minutes away by walking.
Alone at last, I was able to browse through my mail and hopped to other blogs. Coffee kept me company with the non-stop rain outside - it was perfect for introspection.
Cleaning up the house was the first thing I did. Dusting and wiping were the tasks that needed my attention. After breakfast, I cooked food for my other girls, took my bath and got ready to leave for work. I spent breakfast with my two other girls then left them to do their own activity of choice. I left to tend to the business my siblings and I set up.
After three hours or so, I came home and had lunch with my girls then spent time with them in the house while we did some homeschooling activities.
When hubby came around six in the evening, dinner was shared while off to work I went again.
Happy birthday to my darling girl Frances Maridel.
At eleven, you are now our little lady. God bless your journey to this life.
Your Daddy and I are so blessed to have you: God-fearing, healthy, voracious reader, and respectful to others.
I pray that you live up to your name which means "free" but never forgetting the values of both your Lolas (grandmothers) Delia and Norma (thus MARiDEL) have: strength in characters and passion for a well-lived life.
Mine is not.
And some of you might agree with me. And no matter what I do or don't, life will always have hitches.
Plans do not materialize as they were conceptualized.
People around do not react as we expect them to do.
When we look for some things which are constant, changes happen - and are never the same again.
Moments fade and mood changes thus life is not as rosy as what it is supposed to be.
What gives?
- for a Godly, (vice-free) imperfect husband who loves the imperfect me - truly a rare species these days...
- again, hubby who believes that together we make "a powerful team" with no ifs and buts;
- my Mama whose presence is enough
- three pairs of arms (of my girls) that hug tight and assure me that life is going to be fine
- for family to come home to every night, rain or shine.
- for my siblings - come hell or high water I know they will be around
- noisy dinner table
- little one's head when she looks up to me to ask something
- loud voices in the house that perennially ask: "Where's Mommy?"
- tough shoulder of hubby to sleep on at night
- smiles of people around me
- grace...grace...from God for an unGodly person that is me
- celebrations of life: birthdays, weddings, Christening, get-togethers because the best thing in life is, life itself!
- good health
- work
- friends who comment here

- little hands that hold my shirt while walking down the street: a little child needs me!
- my washing machine - very loyal service indeed
- almost empty ref - because it reminds me that reward is from hard work.Period.
- never empty wallet (even if it just contains a single peso many times) then a blessing comes again!
- Aling Puring, our very considerate landlady. God bless her always.
- my in-laws because they raised my husband to be the prson I will be with for the rest of my life
- clean water when i open the faucet
- healthy, happy and expressive children of mine...
How about you? What is on top of your list?


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That are tended with great care,
By those who work unselfishly
To make the place more fair.
And, like the garden blossoms,
Friendship’s flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those we know and meet.
And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding,
Friendship’s flower will bloom for you."
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God must be smiling from ear to ear in heaven with this prayer. I found this written on a piece of paper atop our altar table at home.
I typed this as it was written:
"To the Father to the Sun and to the Holy Spirit Amen. God pls give me food God give mercy guide me God Pls control me God Lord give me many angel. Father the Sun and the Holy Spirit Amen."
My little girl instructed everyone not to remove the paper from the altar.
Ahhh.
Tugs my heart.
Among the gazzilion things I did wrong or did not do right, there is one thing I have done: taught this little one how to pray.
Inside the church during a solemn mass.
Me:(Whispering) Hey little one, you have to behave. We have to listen to what the priest is saying.
6 years old Kid 3 : (Not whispering) Okay Mom.
Me : Thanks!
After 5 minutes or so started to dance and sing.
Me:(Whispering) Shhh. Quiet please...
6 years old Kid 3: Why?
Me:(Whispering) Because we are not supposed to sing out loud here.
6 years old Kid 3: But how come the choir does?
Whoa.










