I started joining fun runs at the ripe age of 29 and my first event was a mere 3k non-competitive run. And here is my daughter, all of 4 years and 8 months, already finished with her first fun run last Saturday–and a 5k run at that. And the icing on cake would have to be her being awarded as the event’s Youngest Runner! #proudMommy moment right there. 😀
I’d like to believe that by starting her young on sports, she’d grow up better, a more well-rounded person. After all, sports do not enhance only the physical, but the mental and emotional as well. And hopefully, instill in her some much-needed discipline as well.
…and his plane just took off, after half an hour delay. And it will be years again before we get together. And I already miss him. :'(
So thankful though for the four precious weeks we were together. He really made the time for me; we were together practically everyday after work. We spent most of the time eating, then just hanging out, walking around, laughing, and generally just enjoying each other’s company.
We became the quintessential good cop-bad cop parental tandem to Francine. And of course, he’s the good cop because he carried and goofed around with her, bought her the toys and Kinder Joy I wouldn’t buy for her. He was the enabler; I was the disciplinarian. Guess which one the kid would pick, hmm? But, I really don’t mind. At the end of the day, we’re still a unit, our family intact and glued together by love and laughter (and the occassional farting contests).
So it’ll be back to Hangouts again instead of text messages, choppy videos instead of local calls. But we’ll manage. We always do. Because it’s us and that’s that.
I love you so much daddyyah. 😘
So I started my birthday early, cutting up and packing brownies for the day’s orders. Mama cooked spaghetti, and I brought some to the office to share, along with the choco-cinnamon cake I baked the night before and some leftover red velvet cake in the fridge. Had a relatively uneventful day. Relatives and friends greeted all throughout the day through different media. After work, had dinner at Shakey’s with the family. Claimed my free birthday pizza, got the song-and-dance greeting and a scoop of yummy strawberry ice cream. I didn’t really wish for anything as I blew the candle; I just uttered a simple thanks for what I have right now.
Probably the most remarkable thing is that this is the first birthday wherein I baked my own birthday cakes. Last Sunday, the red velvet cake with cream cheese icing baked with my two best friends during my advanced birthday celebration. Then today’s simple choco-cinnamon cake (the remnants of which is pictured below), which I liked better by the way. This is hopefully the start of my baking career.
And so, that’s it for my low-key 30th birthday.