savitrislove

I was named after a woman who dedicated her life to her husband.  She outsmarted the God of death and put the interests of her husband first in her life.  She never gave up and with all her will power, she gave her husband all his dreams.  That is how I hope to be for Jamie...

Last night, my newly engaged BFF and I had a long talk about love and marriage life.  With caution, I shared some of my wisdom, or so I think, from my 7 years of marriage.  Instantly, I had to dig deep from my own memories with the goal of assuaging her cold feet. The funny part of it was it was not as hard as I thought it would be... Although miles away, Jamie has remained as sweet, caring, demanding husband he has always been.  I love him for who he is and how he can show me the realities surrounding me.  He is an artist and a realist. He is hardworking and at the same time knows how to have fun. He is daring at the same time cowardly. He is generous and at the same time selfish. He is diligent but is totally impatient. He is older but young in spirit, he loves music that I don't get, he has an eye for beauty in unlikely places, he is the life of a party, he is original, he is my better half. God has his way of leading us to our fate as long as we follow.  I...

The very first entry I made in this blog was about my mommy.  It best fits the objective of this blog and that is to write only about anyone or anything I love.  That entry described my relief that my mommy just celebrated her 60th birthday.  And now...barely 3 years after...she was taken away from us and has joined God in heaven.  In peace and with my Daddy at last, I pray only for her happiness. But let me write about how I love her still, how I love to recall my days taking care of her.  No...she was taking care of me.  Oh...Diego's beside me now and I struggle to keep myself from crying again.  One day at a time...my love for mommy will grow still.  

I used to enjoy daydreaming. I would spend time thinking about the places I could go to and how my career could grow. Its just amusing that I recall never imagining myself having my very own family. Now, I am just overwhelmed by my love for my son Diego and my husband Jamie. They are my inspiration and source of joy. Sometimes I am guilty of taking this part of life for granted. I would leave Diego with his yaya or just let Jamie play his xbox. I know that they can live a life of their own but now that I am reflecting on how much they are a part of me, I realize that I allow myself to drift apart from them. Loving Diego is seeing my son's bright eyes and sweet smiles. He could laugh the loudest in his little gym class. Diego's cute litte feet can keep us running around the gym or in our condo grounds. I Love how his little hands can touch my face sweetly or jolt me with one of his slaps. When I'm breastfeeding him, he would just feed confidently, claiming his p...

I love sweets and my favorite breakfast sweet is the old classic Apricot smuckers! yumyum! Its a blessing now that I can afford to keep a jar in our house and enjoy this treat. I remember fondly that my Daddy also loved jams...something I must've gotten from him. Growing up, he would buy different types of jam when he took the time to do the grocery for the house. I remember they were the local brands that are not so good. But when I was already working, I introduced him to smuckers. I came from Subic and bought myself my first jar of smuckers. It wasn't my pasalubong for him, but then I realized in a few days, the jar was empty. I knew no one else in my family likes jam except my Dad and me. But I was just happy he liked it. My Daddy was deprived of so many good things in his life, and somehow found something new to enjoy. Sadly, after a few months, I remember he left us so suddenly. But every morning when I enjoy my bites of toast with a generous spread of butter ...

Last night, we celebrated my mommy's 60th birthday. It was with a sigh of relief that I started the day knowing that my mom was alive and well. For the past few days, I've had the gnawing fear that my mom may not make it to her 60th birthday. My dad died a few days before he could celebrate his 60th bday, so superstitious or not, I was just wishing silently that my mom make it. And she did! I love my mommy so much, she represents all the good in me. Of course we did not have the perfect childhood but I knew she gave us what she thought was the best we needed. So if there is one thing I have to write in this blog, its my mommy! What do I love about her? Its the sense of security I feel when I'm with her. Even though I'm 32 years old, I still feel like a kid when I cuddle next to her. She always smells fresh and clean. She has simple joys, bringing home siopao or hopiang baboy would always make her day. Her laugh is always the life of the house. She's n...