IF I COULD SAY THE THINGS I FEEL...
My birthday's coming up in a couple of days and, this week, I've been showered with gifts.
Just last Monday, I got to watch a concert by an artist that I thought I would forever be only dreaming of watching live. But it's not just a dream anymore. I've seen him perform in the flesh, and heard him sing live, and by golly, it all happened in this lifetime! And just when I thought nothing could possibly beat that...
Papa gifted me with this. Upgraded to 512 RAM and hooked up to wireless connection, I'm in internet heaven! This is actually the first blog I am posting with my new toy.
And just when I thought it couldn't get better than this...
We're spending my birthday weekend here. It's actually a joint birthday celebation with Eder, Leah's husband, who celebrated his birthday Jan. 1 and Christine who had hers on Jan 9. So tomorrow night, we're sailing off to paradise for a weekend tryst and with us will be Papa, of course, and Leah, their friend Owen, Papa's niece Sara and her friend Rina. Since Saturday night, we've been taking turns calling each other up, conferring about what to bring, what to prepare, what time to be where we should be and for me, all these are part of the excitement a trip brings.
I don't know exactly what I have done to be getting all these. Maybe I did one thing right in our 13 years of marriage. Maybe the gods decided to be kind, or crazy. Maybe Papa just really loves me.
Yes, I guess he does. Cause after all, for the past 13 years, he's been giving me the best gift he could ever give, unrelentingly. The gift of himself. It's by far the most precious cause without him in my life...
... it wouldn't be the same.
I don't usually talk about my birthday until after it's come and gone. It's just a little game I play, trying to see who would remember without being reminded. A greeting is enough, and it's immaterial whatever form it comes in. I've received a handful of greetings and they've made me just as grateful. One friend has even dreamt about me, making him greet me weeks in advance.
But then, it's not often that a lot of good things come my way all in a week's time. And my mother always said that the best and most honest form of gratitude is acceptance and acknowledgment. So it's not as if I could pass the chance of putting all these down on record although I know that...
... some things are not spoken of...
And then there's my dad. See, last week, I was talking with my mom on the phone and she told me this endearing thing about him.
DAD: O, ano'ng handa mo bukas?
MOM: Bakit ako maghahanda?
DAD: E hindi ba birthday ni Jet?
MOM: Taong ito, hindi pa bukas yun. Next week pa yon.
DAD: E kelan ba birthday niya?
MOM: Sa 15 pa.
DAD: O, baka makalimutan mo maghanda ha.
My dad is nearing 80. I guess, in his old-age-inebriated confusion, he can't help but forget dates, but never the occasion. Such is a father's love. Such is my father's love.
... some things have no name.
I'm a happy girl... well, not so much a mere slip of a girl anymore, but happy just the same. This was one hell of a treat dear God... err... just in a manner of speaking. Excuse me.
... and though the words come hard for me I'll say them just for you
Thank You!
... cause this is something rare for me, the feeling is so new
With birthdays like this, how can I not embrace another year, each year?
My birthday's coming up in a couple of days and, this week, I've been showered with gifts.
Just last Monday, I got to watch a concert by an artist that I thought I would forever be only dreaming of watching live. But it's not just a dream anymore. I've seen him perform in the flesh, and heard him sing live, and by golly, it all happened in this lifetime! And just when I thought nothing could possibly beat that...
Papa gifted me with this. Upgraded to 512 RAM and hooked up to wireless connection, I'm in internet heaven! This is actually the first blog I am posting with my new toy.
And just when I thought it couldn't get better than this...
We're spending my birthday weekend here. It's actually a joint birthday celebation with Eder, Leah's husband, who celebrated his birthday Jan. 1 and Christine who had hers on Jan 9. So tomorrow night, we're sailing off to paradise for a weekend tryst and with us will be Papa, of course, and Leah, their friend Owen, Papa's niece Sara and her friend Rina. Since Saturday night, we've been taking turns calling each other up, conferring about what to bring, what to prepare, what time to be where we should be and for me, all these are part of the excitement a trip brings.
I don't know exactly what I have done to be getting all these. Maybe I did one thing right in our 13 years of marriage. Maybe the gods decided to be kind, or crazy. Maybe Papa just really loves me.
Yes, I guess he does. Cause after all, for the past 13 years, he's been giving me the best gift he could ever give, unrelentingly. The gift of himself. It's by far the most precious cause without him in my life...
... it wouldn't be the same.
I don't usually talk about my birthday until after it's come and gone. It's just a little game I play, trying to see who would remember without being reminded. A greeting is enough, and it's immaterial whatever form it comes in. I've received a handful of greetings and they've made me just as grateful. One friend has even dreamt about me, making him greet me weeks in advance.
But then, it's not often that a lot of good things come my way all in a week's time. And my mother always said that the best and most honest form of gratitude is acceptance and acknowledgment. So it's not as if I could pass the chance of putting all these down on record although I know that...
... some things are not spoken of...
And then there's my dad. See, last week, I was talking with my mom on the phone and she told me this endearing thing about him.
DAD: O, ano'ng handa mo bukas?
MOM: Bakit ako maghahanda?
DAD: E hindi ba birthday ni Jet?
MOM: Taong ito, hindi pa bukas yun. Next week pa yon.
DAD: E kelan ba birthday niya?
MOM: Sa 15 pa.
DAD: O, baka makalimutan mo maghanda ha.
My dad is nearing 80. I guess, in his old-age-inebriated confusion, he can't help but forget dates, but never the occasion. Such is a father's love. Such is my father's love.
... some things have no name.
I'm a happy girl... well, not so much a mere slip of a girl anymore, but happy just the same. This was one hell of a treat dear God... err... just in a manner of speaking. Excuse me.
... and though the words come hard for me I'll say them just for you
Thank You!
... cause this is something rare for me, the feeling is so new
With birthdays like this, how can I not embrace another year, each year?
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