26 years

April 18, 1982 was the date; the wedding day of my mom and dad. It's been 26 years. Today, many will consider this as an achievement. I've been a witness on every struggle, every problem, every trouble, every quarrels and every triumph they've been thru. I couldn’t help but feel proud that my parents still keep the love they have for each other. I’ve witness on how they quarrel; shouting each other and how they will patch things up, laughing on it and making us, their children, laugh at them too.

I just wish that I could spend more time with them. May God grant them long life to see us, their children, getting married; to see their grandchildren and be able to spend time playing with them. I’m looking forward to that day when we all have to do is talk about life, learning more about life, and just share how we’ve been trough.

I looked at their wedding pictures last night and had a glimpse on their wedding invitation and I was struck by their wedding prayer.

Wedding Prayer

As hand in hand we enter
a life that is bright and new
May God look down from heaven
and bless the two of us
May He give us understanding
enough to make us kind
So we may judge each other
with our hearts and not our minds
May He teach us to be patient
as we learn to live together
Forgiving little “human rifts”
that arise in stormy weather
And may our love big enough
to withstand the strongest sea
So we may dwell forever
in love’s rich tranquility
Bless our wedding day, we pray,
and walk beside us, Father
through all our life together.
Amen

thankful

I’ve been going to Asian Hospital every Saturday for my check up on my left breast. I had undergone excision biopsy last Friday and fortunately it was successful. This experience had taught me something.

That, right now, I’m the only one who can look after myself. This incident had made me appreciate the people who had shown their care and concern. I never took this procedure as a matter of “life-and-death” situation, because I know it is indeed a simple operation. It just made me smile every time a cousin whom I haven’t talked for a long time called me, another cousin texted me checking how I’m doing, an aunt constantly checking on me. My friends with a constant text (thanks Berks) and most especially my family who had spend their dollars just to make sure I’m ok, calling me every day, morning and night.

Now, I realized that there are so many people who have loved me and loving me still. Why do I have to spend four months wallowing over that one person who had stopped loving me. Stop considering him as the only source of love.

Lastly, all the things (good or bad) we do will come back to us. Those good things I received will come back to the people who have shown their care and love. It will given to them not by me alone but by Him. Thanks guys!