I stumbled upon these releatively old photos and it was just too cute not to share.
There is a great deal of art in the hands of a talented photographer. My husband, who takes up photography as a hobby, told me that most people think that anyone who owns a SLR is a photographer. I have seen our friend Evan take beautiful pictures with his standard point and shoot camera. I also know of people who take in clients and do photo gigs even if some find their talent questionable. And what about those, God forbid, instagram selfies (my current #1 peeve)?
Michelle Morelos is name that is familiar to most photography enthusiats. It is no wonder that husband got her as the photographer for our son’s first birthday. but bad news is, she will be migrating to Canada, so as a last hurrah, she is offering family pictorials.
Photo courtesy care of Michelle Morelos.
The photo above contains all the information you need. And you can spot husband, me and Matteo on the lower right hand corner.
Have a nice day!
I’m sure a lot of girls will agree with me when I say one of the greatest challenges of our gender is shopping. I think we have and will always having the hoarding insticnt embedded in our chromosomes, save for a lucky few. The commercial world will always tempt you, that’s why the wisest thing to do when you dont want to spend is STAY INSIDE YOUR HOME. Although I forgot, there’s still online shopping.
I have to admit I had my share of hoarding, and I’m honestly not sure if that’s all in the past. The world will never run out of beautiful things-bags, clothes, accessories, a lot of them on sale for your pleasure (or torture). But getting married and having a child definitely taught me a lot of things.
Whenever Cecille Van Straten mentions a movie in her blog, at times I find myself looking for it. And most of the time I’m not disappointed. There’s Hiro Dreams of Sushi, Grave of the Fireflies, and then Queen of Versailles.
Image source: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2125666/
Queen of Versailles is a documentary on the life of David and Jacqueline Seigel, who were once the owners of the biggest chain of time sharing resorts in the United States. To say they lived in luxury is an understatement, because they had private jets a 300+ hectare house, and more household help than the family itself. They also set out to build the biggest house in America, patterned to look like the Versailles.
But this fairy tale took a dive when the stock market crashed and they found themselves in debt. Extreme debt. They were forced to lay off a lot of employees and was slowing sinking at the mercy of the banks. But still the level of excess is there, which is even sadder than losing their money.
Filthy rich to dirt poor.
At the end all David said was, “Live within your means”. That is the sad realization after all the pain and dreams of the people who depended on their company.
It got me thinking about my son, almost wishing that he would experience the hard life so he will not take things for granted. But no mother wants that, so a strict upbringing is in order. And disciple within myself is paramount.
LIVE WITHIN YOUR MEANS. Its a bit hard to swallow, but if you find yourself caving into hoarding, I suggest you watch this movie.
These past few weeks were, I must say, an impressive series of events. The term impressive is just my polite way of saying overwhelming.
For a wolf pack of three, the youngest being one year old, my family is quite young, and haven’t gone through the obstacles other families faced. At this point, however, I feel we may be in a loop.
My husband had to make drastic decisions. Translate drastic: to choose whether or not to leave his job. I wont go into the details, but you can understand the gravity of the decision- that we have a baby to look out for.
It was a very emotional time for my husband. I often caught him staring into nothing and wearing this anguished look on his face. I know it should also be for me, but frankly, I was surprised to be calmer than expected. It was like I was steeling myself to prepare for the worst. But I also know that it is God who gave me that peace.
I would often ask him what God has impressed on him. Sometimes I catch myself in frustration with him, because I often say that if God has told you what to do, why is there anxiety and struggle? I told husband that I am ready for whatever decision he makes, but that I need to see him firm in his resolve.
Now I want kick myself because I realized it was God’s process of breaking my husband’s spirit, breaking him and making him whole again.
I was reading Understanding Job by Lim Kou, a free book given by my church last Father’s Day. When Satan, with God’s permission increased Job’s trials, covering his body with boils, his wife loathed him. She told him, “Do you still hold fast to your intergrity? Curse God and die!” But Job answered her, “You speak as one of the foolish women speaks. Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?” In all this Job did not sin with his lips (Job 2:10). It suddenly struck my heart, and one night I cried out this prayer, “Lord, I don’t want to be like Job’s wife. I don’t want to scorn a righteous man.” The phrase “submit to your husband” never rang clearer in my head.
And it all made sense to me after that. That I should not put my trust in my husband but in God. That it is a privilege for our family to go through these trials because God has chosen to deal with us to build our character. That I am blessed to be married to a man of God.
Today, husband is celebrating his 37th birthday. He told me this morning that he never liked birthdays, mainly from the attention that he gets from them. What a birthday scrooge, right? Haha. I kid.
Last Monday, we partially celebrated by going to the spa. I was supposed to book Suriya which has really great reviews but was a little steep on the price. I thought about it, went practical and since we were already in Antipolo, we went to Callos Spa.
It sits in a quiet place in Antipolo, nothing fancy but its quiet and we sure could use that. I knew he was particular about massages, so I was relieved that he was quite satisfied with the one at Callos. The signiture massage was Php 400, which is “carrybells” compared with the whopping Php4600 package I was planning to get at Suriya! I still want to try Suriya, but maybe next time.
Aside from that, I’m thinking of non tangible things I can give to him as gifts, and I’ve thought of these:
1. I will TRY not to sweat the small stuff. Its true, women are really from Venus, men are from Mars, and if I keep wanting to change my husband into someone I want him to be, I might as well just marry a woman. Men are different in so many levels and I must accept that.
2. I will be more supportive in all aspects: career, family decisions, finacial outlooks. This means holding my comments and “perspectives” if they are not constructive.
3. I will be more practical. Now this is hard. Haha. But so far I think I’m doing good in this department.
4. Be more proactive with praying, reading the Bible with him and my son. He is the priest of our household, so I will be the priest’s secretary, reminding him of the household’s spiritual activities.
Happy birthday, my love! I thank God for you for you are a good father and husband.