loveloveblog: Two Days After Christmas

My cousin Ikay and I were doing simple math this morning. Ten years from now, she'll be twenty-three years old (she cringed). Ten years from now, I'll be, LIKE (yes, like), thirty-six years old (aarrrggghhh, this is not happening!! - I cringed and ran and shouted like a mad man). Can't I be LIKE (yes, dapat parating may like) - Forever 21?

And then I think about my parents, my tito's and tita's, my grandparents - they will be much older then and the added years may have taken by then a toll on their physical strength - such a scary thought (at this time, I utter a silent prayer for the Lord to bless our family and all the people I love with good health and a life well-lived and well-shared). It has been two days after Christmas and the rain is magnifying all the heavy doses of nostalgia - and I must stop because, hello, why worry about that thirty-six-year-old-ness in the next ten years when the present is beautiful, so beautiful, just the way it is.

Hay.

Just how beautiful is today?

Tanya (my 8-year old niece) and Jess (my 7-year old sister) and I woke up at around 5:30 this morning. We were to eat breakfast at Tito Boy's farm and our task was to be the family's alarm clock - we were so great at our job, we woke up four households (my mother's side of the family live near one another) , and hauled our sleepy sexy asses to our happy place in Cagayan Valley.

Yes, I feel like the twelve-year old me all over again every Christmas season when I go home to be with family. My family is my Peter Pan. :)

Breakfast at the Farm Pictures!