A Love Story 2

Early morning cuddles

Legs intertwined

Arms on each other's back

Shoulder to shoulder

Your body wrestling mine

Whispering as you tenderly gaze, 

"agsubli ka nga nalawag pay"

Hearing you breathe

The smell of tender hair on my face

Your little hands in between my hair

Whining as I leave, 

"umayak mama..."

---Kunay

*translation: 1) "come back while the sun is still up"

                     2) "let me come with you mama..."

Smelling Flowers...

"Stop and the smell the flowers" is an old quote, and for my child, he took that to another level --- "Stop and smell All the flowers..." I had two tasks lined up for the day when we went out. Reaching down town, my mind was nailed to finishing the first chore on my list. However, while walking along Harrison road to reach our first destination, my son stopped at every flower stall to smell all the flowers in each bucket. After which, still not satisfied, he ran off to search for more flowers.

So he did find flower plots along the fenced sidewalk, and he had to stop and smell them too.

Luglug, Ludalod...

9/10/2016

Luglug, Ludalod my child.
Play with water and tumble in dirt.
Wet clothes can dry and dirty clothes can be washed.
Messy hands can be cleaned and you can clothe yourself in endless soap suds while you gleam.

Go anak... make a splash from that puddle of rain.
Catch those raindrops with your cupped little hands.
Make mountains and balls from sand & mud.
Build towers & fortresses with rocks, stones, and sticks.
Pretend they're all jewels from a distant moon or fallen stars from the sky.