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Today, I’ll give thanks for the financial opportunities that is coming my way. I’ve missed some, but I always believe that what we lose will all readily be replaced with something better - in God’s perfect time. And lately, what I missed were replaced with much better ones. I’m just grateful. I’m a long way off of becoming rich but our needs (and few wants) are taken cared of.

And then I’m thankful for the many blessing that God has freely given to us:

His word. His love.

The water that quenches our thirst, that refreshes me with daily baths, that we use to wash our plates, our clothes…

The food that nourished us.

The air that we breathe - although I sometimes complain that it’s not totally sanitized, but can you imagine living without oxygen?

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The past week, I noticed that I’ve been annoying someone to say “I have a problem.” Or “I need help.” Or “something must be wrong here…” So now I call him Houston. My husband.

Lately, Houston spent 3 glorious days (or make that 4, because of flight cancellation) at home and I couldn’t be more thankful. You see, it’s when he’s around that I could keep up with blogging the household chores because he keeps Matt entertained.

But really I’m thankful that I married someone who is generous with his love and patience. Someone who is faithful to the Lord (and to me). Someone who not only calls me “Bossing” but who lets me be the boss - well, most of the times. :-) Someone who thinks I’m crazy, silly, impatient yaddi, yadda but loves me all the same. I just couldn’t find the right word to say just how blessed I am to have him as a husband and father to my kid.

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We were on our way home last Saturday, when a PUJ, from the right side moved so fast it was already flying towards our direction. As the tires of the jeepney screeched, I had anticipated to hear the sound of metal crashing against metal next. But there was none.

It was a narrow escape. The jeepney had stopped a hair’s breadth before it could hit us. But had it not stopped the exact instant that it did, it would have crashed to the passenger area where my son and mother sat. The thought makes me shudder.

I do not really want to write that I was too horrified, shaken that I had a Neanderthal moment that day. When my father stopped the car, I opened the door, stuck my head out and yelled - the very first time I did to a stranger. It was a short angry outburst. No cussing, no swearing. But very un-Christianlike all the same. I wish I could have been more calmer.

Anyway, I’m really not over that incident yet but I’m just thankful that we were all spared from harm. I just couldn’t be more thankful to God for protecting us.

I’m hugging you now. Maybe holding on should really be the word. I know you could sleep without me carrying you in my arms and rocking you gently. But. Let me do this now. Let me do this for those times I wasn’t able to do this.

As you lay here in my arms, sleeping -and me, trying to maintain my balance, I cannot believe that there were times when I had wished that you could go to sleep on your own. I will not deny of those times I had longed for the moment to come when all I have to do is put you on bed.

It has come. Now is that time. And just when I have what I longed for, sadly, I keep on wishing to turn back the hands of time to when we can both go to sleep, tummy to tummy, chest to chest. Time to when I can feel the beats of your heart synchronizing with mine.

You are growing up so fast so let me just hold you now - before you leap to teen-dom with a blink of an eye.