Aug. 21, 2012.
I guess I am sticking it out with Multiply until the end. I feel so different coming back here. I have not been a regular blogger I admit. Yet it hurts a little every time I think of coming here. For the moment I would want to cross the bridge when I come to it.
I have just come from a brief stint in Cebu. The long weekend gave me time to stay with my daughter and her family. I miss the little boy so much but we had him for one day only as it was the paternal grandparents turn to baby sit. They bring the baby to their home every weekday and the parents bring him back on Friday evening to stay with them for the weekend. The young couple is lucky to have both sets of grandparents willing to baby sit especially as it is so hard to get a dependable nanny these days.The baby was with us for several months until we decided to give him back to his parents. 
Well last Sunday after our morning at Simala, we brought the baby to the park in Ayala . He enjoyed the day immensely, trying to reach for the flowing waters there and being able to run and walk around with little control. He really loved his freedom there, that in the evening, he slept right through without waking up to ask for milk. Then the following day, his grandparents (the other pair) came to take him to their house, so we had the rest of the day to ourselves, Ayn and Francis and hubby and I.
I had my follow up cauterization for syringoma which made my face more unsightly as it already is. I have to put up with everything, including the wearing of dark shades especially if I have to go under the sun.We had lunch in a Chinese restaurant where I ordered patatim (more cholesterol to feed my syringoma) and something like chopsuey with noodles. The food was delectable and expensive. But it gave us so much energy to roam around and shop although I did with a little caution this time. I do not want to surround myself with things that I do not really need.
The best part of it (aside from spending time with Nathan my grandson) was the trip back to Simala which we did right after arriving in Cebu. This time there were only four of us, Monique and her son Derick, and hubby and I. We went under Mama Mary's mantle and prayed. The Mantle was not blue, the color often associated with it, but white. I was able to say thanks for hubby's progress and to petition for a sick sister and for Monique who will undergo operation this week. It is amazing how good my feeling was after all that we did there. How and what we did, which may seem foolish to the wise, I can only defend myself with this quote:
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.(Hebrews 11:1-39)
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