Day 5 | High Park, Low Park

High Park

It started on a high note.  

We were on our way to see our angel, Baby Ava.  We missed her so much.  She arrived a couple of weeks ago and it was time to see her again.  So J and I packed the kids.  He made chicken sandwiches for the trip, I packed four bottles of water and my big camera and off we went.  It's a long drive to downtown.

Day 4 | stuck

Already?

It's only Day 4 for heaven's sakes.

So I go to my writing buddy, Charotski and tell her about it.

"I'm stuck."

"Ok, tell me more..."

"I have too much.  Too many topics to choose from.  It's the opposite of block.  I've got...over-stock!"

"Choose one?"

"That's exactly where I'm stuck."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

Day 3 | How much do you love me?

Do you love me? he asks.

He is being a tad coy about it.  Hindi bagay, I think to myself.

J.  MY Man.  And my man is All Man, if you know what I mean.  Sa ato pang mga bisdak, pa macho ba. :)

He is Alpha Male.  Captain of the ship.  Provider, protector, leader of the band.

I reply: Yes.  Of course, I love you.

(pause)

How muuuuch?

Ayayay!

Day 2 | I couldn't resist.

I'm driving on Hillcrest Road.  It was getting busier and busier by the minute.  I just dropped my eldest son, S, to his school nearby.  But that view.  I feel the urge to stop.  But...but...the cars.  The traffic.  The chores.  The To-Do List.  But...

I couldn't resist.

Day 1 | Hallelujah anyway!

Hallelujah anyway.

"If you used to love writing, painting, dancing, singing, whatever, but you stopped doing it when you had kids or began a strenuous career, then you have to ask yourself if you are okay about not doing it anymore."

The above admonition came from one of my writing teachers, Anne Lamott.  It's a tough one.  Especially for moms like us who feel the strong push and pull almost daily.  

Like today.