I adore kids… And as it turns out kids have a liking for me too…
I guess they see me as another kid than an adult. I’m like the Pied Piper who played his flute and the kids followed him… The daughters of an office mate wanted to adopt me so I can be their big sister… I love being Tita Ayshie to a friend’s sons… Even a random little boy who I smiled at on the hallway of our apartment followed me all the way home…
I love kids, but there are 3 little boys I left back home whom I love most of all and I miss dearly… My sons from a different mother… please stay sweet and innocent till i get to hug and kiss you all again…
God helps those who help themselves…
I am still in awe at how wonderful God made nature.
Coming from a country where everything is green all year round, I couldn’t really imagine how the four seasons could affect the trees and the plants. But having experienced it first hand is just so inspiring!
Trees are full and lush during summer to serve as shade from the sun, the grass is green and the flowers are in bloom so people would appreciate nature as they enjoy the summer outdoors.
Then comes autumn/fall, trees starts to lose their leaves to save their energy for the coming colder weather during winter.
Then the snow comes and covers the earth, serving as blanket over the ground and smaller plants and roots to keep the cold harsh winds from drying them up.
And Spring, glorious Spring, melts the snow back into the earth, reviving the roots and nurishing them back to health. The trees starts to grow their leaves back and everything becomes green and beautiful again, like winter never happened.
The change in seasons just goes on and on, and the trees and the plants and the wild animals survives all these just as God created them to adapt to Earth’s natural cycle.
God is just Amazing!
Despite the PMS, crappy mood and the dreaded Katam, I was able to drag my butt off the couch for a walk in the park (which is just in front of our apartment building!).
I’m glad I did.
Please bear with my sentimental crap. Special occasions, like Mother’s day, make me homesick…
- Winnipeg is nice; Canadians are nice; Spring weather is nice; Work is good; office mates are good; apartment is good… but still not enough to call it home.
- No, it’s not that time of the month yet. But I sure feel like it everyday. PMS = Perpetual Menstrual Syndrome = Perpetually Missing Someone or Something = Palaging May Sumpong!
- I feel so mechanical. Just doing things because I need to not because I want to. Even my laugh sounds robotic. No, I am not depressed (I think), I just miss home.