all the house dust got unsettled from all the packing. End result, we had to wear masks inside the house and open the windows even when it’s wintry cold. She didn’t complain at all and was happily playing with whatever toy she could get her hands on. Albeit we think she enjoyed climbing boxes the most.
This autumn had been exceptionally beautiful. With our schedule being loaded, preparing for something new in our lives, we didn’t have the luxury this year to go sightseeing autumn’s wonderful colours. Nevertheless, no matter how busy we were (and once there was a week when our hearts were really troubled), we still had the chance to pause and try to catch our breath as we looked at God’s wonderful creation. Cloudless blue skies, tree trunks so dark, ground matted with yellow, gold and red, colours heightened by the setting sun. Snow-topped Fuji against the backdrop of the blue sky; against a golden sky; against a sky with hue of pinks, purples, reds and blues. My heart can only sing praises of You, dear God as we look on.
I was walking down the stairs from Church when I met this couple going the opposite way. This particular stairs is actually quite a challenge to climb most especially during summer even for young people. But this old couple found a fun way to scale it by doing Rock, Paper, Scissors/Jenkenpoy/Jak en Poy all the way up. Keeping the sweetness and fun and humour all these years. Inspiring. We pray that A and M will too.
Today’s big milestone. Very thankful.
Been craving for Filipino food lately – actually, more like, I miss Papa’s cooking – so I cooked humba (slightly sweet adobo) using Japanese condiments – dashi, mirin, Japanese soy sauce, sesame salt, sesame oil plus wei pai, a Chinese flavouring that’s great for soup. The result, deliciously Filipino Humba, as if it was Papa who cooked.
Mommy remembers kissing your apple-red lips after the nurse cleaned you up, just before Mommy passed out. You cried then, Mommy melted.
Mommy remembers that night you were making effort on pulling yourself up. It was admirable to see. You fell a lot of times. But you were determined. And you didn’t give up. And indeed you succeeded about fifteen minutes after. Then just right after you’ve successfully pulled yourself up, you immediately turned your head to flash Mommy a big, happy smile. Priceless; and one that Mommy would always be grateful.
Mommy remembers you running towards Mommy, arms outstretched. And how you hugged Mommy tightly, saying “Mommy” with a deep, contented sigh whilst smiling and burrowing your face on Mommy’s chest. Mommy couldn’t ask for anything more.
Mommy and Daddy are so blessed to have you, Anak. Happy birthday baby. Grow up well.
