Whispers between the Shadow and the Soul

     I’ve received an e-mail from one of my relatives abroad, and upon checking it, I realized that it was a chain e-mail; the one that asks you to pass it around to everyone you know.  Most chain e-mails are accompanied by a dire warning of death or misfortune should you not follow the instructions contained therein.  That’s primarily why I have never been a fan of chain e-mails, and I delete them even before I open them.  However, this particular e-mail touched me and made me want to share it with other people I know.  It is an e-mail that contains a poem supposedly written by a terminally ill teenager who wanted to send out a message to as many people as she can.  The poem is called “Slow Dance,” and I recommend that you read it and take it to heart…

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     My little angel now has her two bottom front teeth.  I’m really thankful that she didn’t experience much discomfort while she’s teething.  She maintained her good appetite and sweet temperament.  Her upper front teeth would be erupting soon, seeing as her gums are now a bit swollen.

     Time flies by really fast.  My baby will probably have a mouthful of milk teeth before I know it! ^-^

James & Martha

The two most important people… and noses… in my life.

So fragile, so small
But soon you would be growing tall
So frail, so light
But soon you would hug me tight

Struggling up, tumbling down
Your forehead crinkling in a frown
Crawling fast, jumping high
Your fingers reaching for the sky

Twinkly eyes, silken cheeks
Prettier as days meld into weeks
Chubby hands, stubby toes
A gently blossoming little rose

Baby Martha, my miracle
I would care for you so well
Little angel, wish come true
I so greatly do love you

...where dreams come true...

One of the best days of my life… Wish I could go back here with my family. *o*

     Martha got sick the very first time, and it was Herpangina.  It all started with a fever.  We thought that it was just a result of the intense heat and the fact that she’s teething.  But what had us worried was that the fever disappears in the morning, but recurs at night.  That’s when we decided to bring Martha to her pediatrician, and she was diagnosed to have Herpangina.

     It was the first time that both James and I first heard of the sickness.  Hubby got really worried when our pediatrician said that Herpangina is caused by the coxsackievirus, but we were assured that it was very treatable, and in fact, quite common among infants and kids during the summer.  It explained Martha’s fever, as well as her lack of appetite.  Herpangina is quite similar to tonsilitis, only that babies do not have their tonsils developed yet, so it is the palate and throat lining that gets swollen and riddled with blisters, causing difficulty in swallowing.

     It was really sad to see my baby in such pain.  Our pediatrician prescribed Co-Amoxiclav to be administered twice daily for seven days.  It was a strong antibiotic and fortunately, got rid of the blisters and the fever within a day.  I’m really thankful that Martha is alright now, and I do hope that she wouldn’t get sick anymore.

     There are so many things going on around me.  And lately, it seems as if so many people are demanding so much from me.  I know that being a wife, mother, daughter, and entrepreneur all at the same time would not be easy.  But I never thought that it’s going to be this taxing.

     I’ve been on an emotinal roller coaster the past week – feeling everything from pain, to relief, to anger, to bliss, to sadness, and everything else in between.  At any other time, given all the circumstances I’ve been encountering, I would have been breaking down at this point.  But I’m not.  And I have one person to thank for that.

     James… He has always been my lifeline in difficult situations.  That is not to say that he is a perfect partner, and that we do have a perfect relationship.  We don’t, but we complement each other so well that what we have is something ideal for both of us.  He’s my refuge when everything else is raging around me.  And just like a cocoon, he envelops me up until the time that I’m ready to spread my wings again.

You know..

you know you’re in love when you seem so far and you can’t feel her heartbeat anymore..
and you miss every second of your life without hearing each beat..

you know you’re in love when mornings seem endless and fruitful, no matter how stormy the weather is outside..
because you know deep inside that a rainbow shields you from the darkest of problems..

you know you’re in love when you can barely breathe when she stops talking..
because her voice is the air to your soul..

you know you’re in love when the past seems to be erased like a clean slate..
and you are so ready to draw the future by guiding each other’s hand..

you know you’re in love when pain seems pleasurable..
as long as you see her everytime of the day..

i’m sorry honey..
i love you..
and i’ll be your wings until you can fly again..

Sometimes, you simply have to cry until there are no more tears left…

     I’ve never really considered myself the creative type.  I did join a few poster-making contests in the younger days, but that was just to satisfy the demands of teachers who seem to think that honor roll students are supposed to be multi-talented.

     I do have an eye for art though, I guess that stems from the fact that I excel in theater arts.  I guess the art forms are all interconnected in a way.  But while I can do a pirouette with ample grace, deliver a declamation with raw emotion, and sing a few bars with a nice vibratto, I can never do a Dali, much less, a Da Vinci.  Lately though, I have been getting in touch with my inner artiste, mostly because of need.

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