Every day is a blessing from the Heaven.
Moreover, I love to count today’s showers from Above.
Music.
Carrot-apple juice.
Free ride to work.
Timely schedule of release of a Certificate. Wasn’t able to get it today but if I didn’t try to secure it today, I wouldn’t be able to get it on time. Thanks God!
I realized that if there is one thing that is going to tear my wallet down, it has got to be books.
Yeah, not food, educational expenses, or gasoline. Not clothes or even hair dos (true I spend a lot on hair too but that’s only twice every year). Not even camera lenses!
But books. Yes, B-O-O-K-S!
I always buy books. My husband constantly does, too. And then I also buy lots of books for my son. Oh we seem to have a never-ending need for books. Thus the never-ending trips to the bookstore which - dear hubster, breathe, just breathe - bleed my wallet dry!
So really, if there is something that’s going to make me broke, it’s gotta be because of these books. :-)
It was a gloomy day when I decided to bring my son for his usual beach treat (the day before it was gloomy too but the skies were not too gray).
The beach was devoid of any color except for few environmental litters that were washed ashore.
But this caught my eye:
One of the beachcombers, who was idly taking a break, owned this pair. It was simply hot, which was the exact opposite of the weather that day (actaully our trip was capped with rainshowers!).
No internet connection.
In the office.
*sigh*
I’m bored.
Our bedtime companions - me and my son’s. We’ve read the 2nd and 4th book countless times, sometimes for nth times in a given day as these are my son’s favorite books at the moment.
That first book (Change Your Life Without Getting Out Of Bed by Sark) in the pile, one of latest acquisition, is a personal favorite. With its colorful text, cute illustrations and sensible yet unique ideas, it’s so fun to read it again and again. I also read it to my 3-year old (and recreate stories from it) because he likes to look at the colorful illustrations.
It’s been four days since she’s gone but I still couldn’t get it in my system that she’s REALLY gone. Gone for good.
Oh, she’s gone. She’s really gone. But I still can’t believe it.
When I received the call from her number last Monday, I had thought she’s just calling for some personal concerns. I had not expected to hear her sister’s quivering voice in the other line, obviously trying hard not to cry, telling me that she’s gone. Despite knowing that she got a debilitating illness, the news came as a shock.
It’s still tough to get in terms with the loss at the moment.
She was more than a classmate, a friend and a godmother to my son. She was my shock absorber, confidante, adviser, shopping-chatting-laughing buddy, mike-catcher (during karaoke sessions, when I don’t know a certain song, all I need to do is pass the mike to her and she’ll do the number *smile*)…
I have so much wonderful memories of her - the million and one jokes we’ve shared, the principles she lived by, the songs she used to sing… There are just so much to remember of her. And I know I will always remember everything -despite being so forgetful. *Sigh* One thing I will always remember is her faith in God. Sickness and all, she continued to praise God for everything -it’s truly amazing.
Haaay. I will just miss her. Her friends and family will. I wanna tell her a lot in this post but I’ll do it one word: thanks. Or one sentence: Yes, thanks for enriching my life with your friendship.
I’m certainly sad to lose this awesome friend but a part of me is happy because I know she’s home. And that she’s happy to be home with our God.
Last night, I cried.
Nah, it’s nothing serious (?). It’s just tears of exhaustion -and frustration, too.
Not much. Just trickles from my tear glands.
Coming home after 12 hours of work (for 2 days straight), I could barely move a muscle when I reached home. I wasn’t even able to change my clothes and eat dinner. I was already asleep even before my head hit the bed. And the saddest thing was, I dozed off with the voice of my son telling me “Mama, I want you” in the background.
That’s worth more than an apology to my son.
