My baby is a princess

I woke up early this morning. I rushed to the house of my daughter's grandparents (their daddy's side). Beax joined the parade for the feast in honor of Santo Rosario. It was not the first time she joined, but during the past years... she's with her ate (elder sister). I know how excited she was to wear her gown and join the parade...and I felt the same. I was the one who fixed her hair, dressed her and put a little make up on her face. My baby is a princess... my heart keeps on chanting as she rode her seat. Her karosa (carroza, float...whatever! i don't know how to call it) was designed by her father and her mama Cel. It was simple yet beautiful. She was escorted by her cousin Luis.
Here are some of the pictures that i like to share with you.

My princess is growing up

After a couple of hours, It was Zea's turn. During the past years, Zea was with her younger sister in the karakol parade...but not this time. Zea already moved into the parade... with the grown up princesses. She's no longer a baby princess. It was the mark that she's growing up. Zea was wearing a violet gown, simple yet elegant. She was escorted by her cousins, Luis and Leon. I knew how happy she was, as she walked down the street with grace. She have waited so long for this day. My daughter Zea, loves to look beautiful always...and I know she felt beautiful with her gown and crown. In her young heart, and in mine... she's really a princess.

First Few days with Zea

Being a mom....

I can never explain the feeling. I can still remember looking at the tiny human being in my arms...peacefully sleeping. I can't remember any moment during that time that I want to miss... I watched her breathing, examined her hairline, looked at her toes, her hands, her face...everything about her, I want to discover. Looking at her...I felt a little awkward saying the word... my child. It did not roll off my tongue easily... it was like saying a foreign word...I really don't know how to fit it in. But as I held her close... It was my heart who did it right. It seems to be enchanting and I just keep on repeating those words...bewitched with the tenderness it brings... The moment was magical... it was indeed a moment that I will remember for the rest of my life.

Nothing but her first

It was Saturday afternoon... January 5, 2002, when we decided to visit my OB for my regular check up. It was then that my OB informed me that my baby is on her way out. I am 8 months pregnant during that time. At exactly, 5:00 pm, I was been admitted, induced and monitored all through out the night.
January 6, 2002...my OB talked to me. She told me that I have to deliver
my baby through caesarian operation. At exactly 6:30 pm... my beloved Zea was born...

It's Mothers Day

Today, we are celebrating mothers day... A very special day indeed. Not just because I am a mother, but also because I have a mother who never fails to make me feel loved. We are all aware of the important role of a mother in our lives. And I consider myself very lucky to have a mother, who is always there for me... never get tired of taking care of me and my dad... and even my kids. She is my mentor, my friend, my critic and my mother all wrapped in one.
I have faced every struggles and hardships in life... and no matter what happen... she is always there for me.
Now, that I am a mother to my two kids... I wanted to be just like my mom.
A mother's love is so deep...so deep that you can't reach the bottom. A mother's love is pure and self-giving. Present 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, no salary, no bonus, no promotions... no day-off.
So on this day... I want to greet all the moms out there... HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!