Stoop not

pungko-pungko

Last night was one of the longest times I ever spent thinking of something. Lying down, my hands were in the back of my head, I was staring at the ceiling while my daughter slept soundly beside me and my husband, talked sense whenever I speak some of what’s in my mind and heart.

Then I slept and woke up to a day loving and appreciating:

my life,
my family (especially my parents),
my friends (especially you who are sensitive and considerate),
my self more, more, and more. =)


And the ever reliable Karma, too.