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A food for thought Mar?  And yes, why not make a blog of this?

Why do girls like gifts that last so long?” Mar asked.

“This could be a whole blog,  Agnes commented.

It’s because we love making and keeping memories and gifts of that nature are worth-keeping”, I said.

Maybe because that kind of gift is an indicator that your love is eternal…unflinching…and steadfast???!!! Nelia questioned.

Why indeed?   And would you agree if I say that men are more romantic  than we are when it comes to gift-giving?  Are women more practical in terms of finding that one special gift that would delight the recipient?  Romance does play a big role when it comes to gift-giving and I don’t mean friends or relatives but between husband and wife.

Call me a bit on the practical side but I’d rather have something that would make me remember the occasion it was given than having that bunch of roses  or that big bar of chocolate which in a day or two would somehow be forgotten.  Don’t give me flowers, I prefer a pot of it where I could see it everyday growing in my garden. How practical could you get?  Once in a while though, we want to be surprised and those romantic dinners complete with the wine and the music make us excited.  We always welcome the idea that it is a well-thought  of gift.  And that oh-so-romantic-dinner-by-candlelight is  really something special.  Us girls sometimes give you the hint that we want this or that.  But always, in the end,  it’s the surprise of receiving an unexpected gift that makes us smile.   How could it be otherwise?

Do I sound so unromantic?  But as I’ve said I love keeping memories and what more would  I want than  something that would last longer?

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Don’t you just love Dr. Seuss?  And I love these  too:

“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!”

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”

You might think it’s all about nursery rhymes and children’s books  but there is a lot of truth to what he says.

 

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I want to share with you this lovely and touching story. Sometimes all we want are material things. Sometimes all we think is the value of the gift. Sometimes we are just disappointed when we don’t get what we want.  True or not, this gives us lessons. Regrets come later when you could no longer undo the past.

This is from an anonymous author. Whoever you are, thank you so much for this nice read.  It made me pause to reflect somehow.

A married lady was expecting a birthday gift from her husband. For

many months she had admired a beautiful diamond ring in a showroom

and, knowing her husband could afford it, she told him that was all

she wanted.

As her birthday approached, she waited for signs that her husband had

purchased the diamond ring.

Finally, on the morning of her birthday, her husband called her into

his study. He told her how proud he was to have such a good wife, and

told her how much he loved her. He handed her a beautifully wrapped

gift box.

Curious, the wife opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound

Bible, with her name embossed in gold. Angrily, she raised her voice

to her husband and said, ‘With all your money, you give me a Bible?’

And she stormed out of the house, leaving her husband.

Many years passed and the lady became very successful in business. She

managed to acquire a more beautiful house and had a wonderful family.

But then. she realized her ex-husband must be very old, and thought

perhaps she should visit him. She had not seen him for many years.

Before she could make arrangements, she received a telegram telling

her that her ex-husband had passed away, and willed all of his

possessions to her. She needed to come back immediately and take care

of things.

When she arrived at her ex-husband’s house, sudden sadness and regret

filled her heart. She began to search through her ex-husband’s

important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as she had left it

years before.

With tears, she opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Her

ex-husband had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, ‘And if you,

being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much

more shall your Heavenly Father, who is in heaven, give what is good

to those who ask Him?’

As she read those words, a tiny package dropped from the back of the

Bible. It had a diamond ring, with her name engraved on it — the same

diamond ring which she had seen at the showroom. On the tag was the

date of her birth, and the words, ‘LUV U ALWAYS’.

 

How many times do we miss God’s blessings, because they are not

packaged as we expected?

 

Do not spoil what you have, by desiring what you have not; but

remember that what you now have was once among the things you only

hoped for.

 

IF YOUR GIFT IS NOT PACKAGED THE WAY YOU WANT IT,

IT’S BECAUSE IT IS BETTER PACKAGED THE WAY IT IS.

 

ALWAYS APPRECIATE LITTLE THINGS;

THEY USUALLY LEAD YOU TO BIGGER & BETTER THINGS.

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So you think letting go is easy?

How come you cling to the one last chance

One last glance, one last hello before the

final goodbye?

It hurts –

But time heals

The unpleasant memories

May rear their ugly heads once in a while

But you will learn to cope,

Bid yesterday a sad goodbye.

You will laugh at your own mistakes

And smile despite the tears

But soon you’ll know

You have learned to let go

At last!

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Copied this caricature from one of my friends’ posts on her feed at Facebook. These words  I think ring true  for all grandmothers and grandchildren  out there.

I remember my own grandparents when they were still alive. Both my grandfathers from each side of the family were active in the church. Back in those days, when  we celebrated Lent, it was always accompanied by family Via Crucis and visits to other churches.  They would put up a children’s choir to sing during the  processions all dressed in white with flowers in their hair.  I remember a priest friend of my paternal grandfather, Fr. Benito, who would visit the family after the mass and sometimes would spend  breakfast or lunch with everyone.  I remember those days when every street where the procession would pass by was decorated with coconut fronds made and woven into flowers.  I remember the times I used to tag along every week for Sunday mass.

My paternal grandmother died giving birth to her youngest son, so I was not lucky enough to see her except in old photos that my grandfather saved.   My cousins and I grew up together with my maternal grandmother. She was a bit strict but was a loving soul. She taught  us to pray the Angelus every 6pm in Latin at that. I don’t remember those Latin prayers now except when I read them in Mom’s prayer-book which were handwritten.

Grandmothers have that special bond with their grandchildren. Now that I am one myself, I relish those moments and days that I get to see, talk and play with Nate. They say that we enjoy them when they are kids since we are  not normally strict, discipline becomes the responsibility of the parents.

Yesterday, I looked  for a  replacement of the small ball that Nate and I usually  use to play with. It has become soft so  I bought a new one,  a Monster Inc. design.

I showed it to Nissa and she said Nate would surely love  this one. a simple toy that would probably bring a smile to his face.  Kids, no matter how small or how lovely a toy is, would always love having one.

How are you as a grandmother or a grandfather? Are you the indulgent type of grandparents?  Are you cool and cordial to your grandchildren?

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I was touched by a friend’s post in a positive way. A friend and fellow blogger wrote  that there is not much happening in his life.  It made me think how  we live our daily lives, probably anticipating something good to happen, excited about the following day, looking forward  to another commune with nature. Whatever it is, we all feel down at times. It happens.

When I feel that nothing is aligning with the Universe, I lose myself in words.  Inspirational thoughts comfort me. Finding new books becomes an obsession. I must admit, there are lots of books on my TBR list, some are still unopened and the second-hand ones are just waiting  to be discovered.

When I am bored, I go  to the garden. I take photos of flowers growing there. It makes me always happy to see new growth in the garden.  It makes me smile just to see them  sometimes with a hot cup of coffee in hand. Just a few minutes ago, I got some fallen “kamias fruits” from our neighbor’s tree and separated the seeds. Would love to try them here too.  Kamias is commonly called cucumber tree.  You can preserve the fruit for future use or make  fruit candies  with  it. Just this morning I noticed two guavas growing near our jackfruit tree. We used to have two guava trees  but over the weekend, I let Josef cut them because the trunks have dried up.  I love guavas too.

But fighting boredom sometimes is a losing battle. One has to be brave enough and strong enough  to face challenges.  As we grow older, we have a little too much time in our hands and it’s quite pretty hard sometimes to pass the day without getting bored. We need zoning out too. It could be a positive force for good or for a lovely self-reflection.

 

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I found this lovely meme on my news feed at Facebook. It was shared by a friend.  We think of the years, the happy days gone by and what the future still holds for us. those times that we smiled, laughed and cried.

Come to think of it,  those in this list are all so true.


I haven’t reached that point yet where I talk  to myself but I talk to our three cats and our pet dog.  They know that “labas na” means they have to go out of the dining room and stay in the dirty kitchen or at the garage.

Sometimes yes, I am quick to anger, let’s just say, patience has gone a bit.  Number six is so true, right? Nowadays, one craves for those shuteye or a few minutes of noon rest.  When I have nothing to do, I just read or listen to music.

Wrinkle- free and three sizes smaller…haha! So one has gone three sizes bigger and the more older you get, you balloon into something you didn’t  ever expect.

Walking into a room and forgetting why you are there. You see something instead and do it. A few minutes later, you’ll remember why you were there but you’ve done something else.

Gosh, getting  older is a rich tapestry of events and happenings in your life.  Along with it comes wisdom that only grows with age.   Yes I know, life is not measured by the number of years you put into your age, it is more complicated than that. Life is  how we see and act, how we make our journey something  worthwhile and inspiring.

Someday, you’ll look back and just smile  🙂 🙂 🙂

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