I actually enjoy milestones. And a couple of days ago, September 1, 2017, I was able to join in on the first birthday party of a darling little sweetie, Allie. 🙂
My dear friend Alex and his wife, Jennifer invited sent me an invitation a month beforehand to Allie’s Mad Hatter-themed birthday party.
Now, Allie is as cute as button, and has the most pleasant temperament of any child I’ve seen. She is one of those adorable babies that absolutely brighten your day both in person, and of course, social media.
She has quite a personality of her own…doted on by her parents who were so obviously in love with each other, and a family from both sides that was always, hands-on with her care.
I love babies, don’t get me wrong. Despite not having my own yet, I’ve always looked at them with a kind of hopeful positive feeling that they were going to somehow make things right in the world somehow, in their own way, some day. They were the primordial “soup” that could turn out into a masterpiece should their parents put in all their best efforts. Although I do acknowledge that parenting is not easy, it makes me appreciate all the more the love and care (and time, definitely), mothers and father put into this.
This sweetie here, is a lucky little charm(er). Love her.
May 24, 2014.
It was a Sunday, and while waiting for mass to start, I was outside for the breeze.
These have been hot and humid days, and I am thankful for a respite.
This young family caught my eye… I like to watch people as a pastime, and when I saw them, I could not help but pay attention…
They were a young family…appearing to be in their early 20’s, with their young boy wearing the same outfit as them. They kept close together, and their movements were free, but familiar. I could sense that the parents were happy with each other, and were comfortably talking, while their boy, who was used to his parents’ affection, kept close and also paid attention.
Their body language showed that they cared about each other, in that unobtrusive way that I liked. I could see that they moved with an easy grace as those who were used to each other’s moods and tempers. It was a delight to watch…
I have a fascination for people. I simply can’t stop marveling at what good things people are capable of, or the way they interact with each other.
It is definitely a beautiful thing.
Mother and Son.
Mother wiping off a bit of dirt on the child’s face.
An intimate conversation.
Whenever he’s mentioned, people tend to say, “Job? He’s a great guy…”
My Tito Job was buried today. He was a distant relative, but where I come from, people tend to go to funerals because the person that died had an impact on them in some form or other in their life.
He died of liver cancer…he was being treated at the hospital I worked in and I ran some errands for him, and tried to help them out when I could.
He lost the battle to cancer very recently…but in everyone’s hearts, he never wasted away in his last few days, but instead, became an even bigger man, by staying true to his work as a councilor, being a dad and husband, and cracking a joke or two to people who appreciated a boost.
He was a nice guy, he was always kind.
I never got to know him intimately in my childhood, but at least, where it mattered, I was able to know him.
Tito Job will be missed, not only by the family, but also by the town…