Lolo celebrated his 74th birthday last weekend. We are thankful to the Lord for the second chance at life. We know that both he and Mama are feeling every bit of their age, as various aches and signs of wear and tear are surfacing more often now. As a daughter, I don’t want to admit it, but I have been negotiating with our dear God for more time. Every high blood pressure, every headache, every dizziness that come about forces me to face mortality. I don’t think I will ever be ready, and I want to do everything in my power to ensure that they stay with us longer.
So now we come full circle, with the children now taking care of their parents. They still do take care of us, mostly their grandchildren. But it has fallen on our shoulders to ensure that their needs are all met. I don’t think they will ever stop caring for the grandkids, and so it rests on us to make sure that they are in the pink of health.
Happy birthday Lolo! More happy and healthy years for you and Mama. We love you!
My bunso is really the cheerful one in the family. Even if she is not feeling well, she almost always has a ready smile for anyone (of course she still has her share of bad days). Today, for example, she had a fitful sleep because of colds and a warm temperature. She still managed to send off her older sister happily. And the grannies told me she is as excited when Ate comes home from school.
We love you a lot, my little sunshine!
Advanced happy birthday to this little guy!
What a cutie! His mom used to work with us a few years back. His dad is German, but they live in Japan right now. They’re home now and this was an advance celebration for this first birthday. It was very simple but intimate. So great to catch up with friends who have since sought other pastures. As with other gatherings, there’s always this feeling of growing old, but getting wiser too. It is them I miss a lot.
Despite the minor nuisance in my life, someone will always, always love you and your craziness. I am normally uneasy about these kinds of activities, because I get stressed if things get too awkward, but it always ends up okay, and then I become thankful again. I’m sorry Lord God for the doubts and self-pity. Thank you for the constant reminder that You are by side and above me and all the things I constantly worry about.
Sometimes I feel sad that I could never again nurture another human being inside my body. Despite the physical pain, not to mention the finances babies bring, I have never felt more powerful when bringing into this world another human being who would someday change the world. While we did not have concrete plans of having another baby, it makes me wistful that that opportunity is now gone forever. I said goodbye to my 3-kilo myoma, which I’ve been carrying around for the last 7 years or so, but at the same time, I bid adieu to the chance of contributing to humanity again. I am healthier but there’s regret eating me up from the inside. It is sad that to make myself stronger, I had to give up my future kid(s).
This sums up our tiring but happy holidays at the close of 2016 and the beginning of 2017:
We ate a lot, and had much, much fun, especially the kids who played to their hearts’ desires. And if they’re happy, then I am happy. Plus we got to spend a lot of time with my baby bro. All in all, I was exhausted (getting old here) but then I can always rest after all the excitement has died down, and the memories will remain online (forever I hope) and in our hearts.
It is always a struggle to take photos of the kids, especially Maxine who is active more than ever! We cannot achieve that polished family look harhar. #real
Thank you Lord God for the gift of family and love. Thank you for the time we were able to spend with them. We may not have much, and we struggle most of the time. But we are together.
This is the face of a little about to commit mischief.
And here are proof of her always tinkering with my phone when I am not looking, thinking she wouldn’t get caught (see last photo). lol
I love you kulit.