Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Remembering Mama

There's a lady in the mirror whose reflection makes her caught up in a reverie of years long past; in bittersweet musings of what could have been if she were here. That lady is a spitting image of that one great woman - her mother.

Her nostalgia of that woman who has touched hearts because she loved them all, who was there for them when they needed her and gave what she had and her best, even if she didn't have much.

She, even to this day, has seen how people still remember her mother and have so many good words to say about her.

"I knew your mother. She was a good person."

"I was once a student of your mother. She was my favorite teacher. She was very good to her students."

"Your mother was so funny. We all loved her."

"I will never forget your mother. She helped me a lot".

It fills her still with so much joy that people's thoughts of her mother didn't just stop at her passing but have become fond memories, forever etchings of gratefulness for the things that she did and made them feel.

Thirteen years since she left and yet the longing still remains. Many a time she yearns to feel the warmth of her mother's embrace; to smell her familiar scent; to hear her infectious laughter; to listen and learn from her words of wisdom. 

The strong pining for a mother's love sometimes brings back the pain of losing her too soon. But when she looks at herself in the mirror, she smiles because she knows that even when she may be physically gone, she is with her. She has never left her side. 

She smiles because she knows that even when she is no longer around, her mother's love resonates through the people who love her and the person she has become.

I love you, Mama. I will forever miss you. And for all that I am and everything I will become, I hope I make you proud.

You will always live in me.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Wedlock

My good friend since childhood, Verna, has finally tied the knot and I couldn't be happier for her. It was a beautiful vintage wedding which took place at the second oldest stone church in the Philippines, Our Lady of Immaculate Conception in Baclayon, Bohol. It was well attended by her family and friends and she was definitely at her most beautiful. 

It's always refreshing to know how two hearts have managed to stick and work through things and make the ultimate journey to committing to each other through marriage.  

the beautiful bride

The wedding's motif was white and midnight blue. There were touches of tangerine, as seen in the floral arrangements and in what several guests wore. I had a hard time finding a midnight blue piece, so I donned a white dress instead.

Verna walked down the aisle in a gorgeous Fanny Serrano creation. Everyone was just smitten by how beautiful she looked that day.

here comes the bride

i love the bridesmaids' oh-so-elegant look. 

itaga mo sa bato: well wishes on stones

Chardonnay and candy in cute bottles for wedding favors

next in line! haha

the newlyweds

the clique

Back then, Verna and I would talk giggly and dreamily about happily walking down the aisle to our grooms waiting at the altar. We never raced ourselves to it, but I knew then this was the right time for her to settle down. I'm glad I got to see that dream of hers come true.

 Best wishes to the newlyweds! May you two have a lifetime of love and happiness and of course, good and beautiful children!