Parking angel

 I have just got to say this...God hears all our prayers...even the smallest, most trivial of them all.

I was rushing to the mall one late afternoon to buy a very vital piece of item - SHOES! And not just a pair of high heeled comfort sole shoes but a pair of high heeled comfort sole shoes on sale!   With a sale going on, I knew parking was going to be a challenge.  And so as I neared the  mall, I kept praying, "Lord, please send me your parking angel! Please, please open "slots" of opportunities for me." 

Even with the "Full" sign on, I went in the parking area inside the mall.  I drove past rows of jammed parking spaces.  I turned around to try my luck on other lanes only to find them packed with cars.  As I made yet another turn, I heard a whisper, "Slow down".  It was so clear and  pronounced that I turned my head in reflex at the sound of that soft voice.  Slow down I did and drove the car to a crawl.  After a few seconds, a couple appeared from nowhere and rushed to get in the car where I waited.

Swoosh! The car glided in the space so tightly guarded by my parking angel.  

So here I am, about to head out and face the traffic.  Will be calling my "hawi" angel sson. : ) 

Iñigo moments

My 10-month old nephew is such a delight to be with.  He smiles at everybody and everything...and I mean EVERY THING.

One time while being carried by his mom at the mall with the whole family (and by whole I mean the whole she-bang - mom, dad, granma, granpa, cousins, uncle, aunt, yaya and driver to boot), they saw him smiling at no one ...or so they thought.  They looked around and no one was nearby for Iñigo to give a smile to.  Granma looked at the direction of Inigo's smile and, lo and behold, he was giving a wide toothless smiling at the poster of  a K-pop star endorser with a big toothy smile.  

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Iñigo has limited vocabulary as is expected from a 10-month old baby.  But I just love the words he has learned so far.

The first word he learned was "A-te" for ate Isabel (awwww)

Then he learned to say "Dad",  then , "Pop" (for papa which we all lovingly call granpa), then, "Ma" (for mama which is the endearment for granma).

But my favorite word so far is his term for his mommy which he calls (braze yourself) ..."Dede!"  He cries out for his mom, "Dede! Dede!"

our own little Vietcong