my life, my joy, my dreams
Christmas has finally arrived! I hope you are having a merry one. The hubby and I joined my family for Noche Buena last midnight and we just got back home from my parents’ place this morning.
On our way home, we saw lots of children dressed to the nines ready to pay their godparents a visit for their aguinaldo. I felt happy just looking at them. Oh what joy the Christmas spirit brings!
I’m lucky to have a husband who is not ashamed of doing household chores, like most men are. For instance, I’m glad that he enjoys doing the laundry which is on top of my list of most hated things to do. Haha.
The hubby enjoys doing the laundry so much that he is very particular with the detergent powder and fabric conditioner to use. He washes our clothes during the weekend when he has ample time to bond with the washing machine. I hope he continues to be the laundry manager at home for as long as he can.
I just realized I wasn’t able to write our 8th and 9th monthsary posts. I was on a two-month maternity leave then and recovering from both physical and emotional pain. I had my reasons not to blog and so I didn’t.
Our 9th month as husband and wife remains as steady as ever. I don’t wanna measure our happiness at this point because we are still grieving. But I must tell you we are grateful to God for all the blessings He continues to shower upon us despite of and in spite of. I can tell from our married life today that we are recovering well from the tragedy of losing our first born.The love and support of our families and friends aside, this won’t be possible for us without the help of each other.
Bad weather and stressed-out body are a sure formula for sickness. The hubby caught a flu last week and hasn’t fully recovered yet until today. I dunno with you but I get paranoid big time whenever someone dear to me gets sick. I want the pain to end as early as possible. If only sickness goes away as fast as a speeding bullet, no one would be seen worrying about a sick loved one anymore.
That’s why I keep reiterating the importance of good health in our household. In these modern times when healthcare costs a fortune, we cannot afford to get sick. Especially when it is the Christmas season where people should be merry and not sulking in the corner or confined in a room (the hospital for that matter) because of sickness.
Last night was fun. We attended our first Christmas party together as a married couple. It was the Christmas party of the subdivision we live in. It started at 7:00 p.m. and ended a few hours after. The hubby is one of the officers of the new homeowners association so we got VIP seats.
There was a program, a raffle draw, some parlor games, some dance and song numbers (to entertain the crowd) and a lot more. Food was catered (there was lechon!) and some officers even brought homemade dishes for everyone to share. The hubby was requested to bring some alcoholic drinks and thanks to our S&R membership, we were able to buy some cheap but quality wines. The party ended with people dancing to the tunes of 90’s music. We headed home after the “exchange gift” part because the hubby was already sleepy and I was starting to feel tipsy from the red wine I drank.
Grieving takes time because it’s an emotional process that requires a lot of positivity, energy and drive. The husband and I, though it can be said that we have quite moved on from the tragedy of losing our first baby, are still grieving within. We just continue to strengthen our faith in God so we could raise our hopes and dream again.
They say people who grieve can be hard to get along with at times. True. Sometimes I don’t wanna talk to anyone and prefer to be quiet in a corner. Instead of socializing, sometimes I prefer surfing the net looking for discount coupons, browsing shopping sites or even searching for auto lift deals. Anything to make me preoccupied and not think of what had transpired on that fateful day or the things that may have led to that.