Home again

“Great things come in small packages” – anonymous

This afternoon I woke up coming a long nap and being half awake and still half asleep,
I strolled around the yard. And coming from a distance, I heard a familiar music playing
that reminded me where I’m currently at – home in Bacolod.

The music was Life Dance followed by another which I”m quite sure I heard both more than
10 years (it may even be actually 15 years) ago when both were still the “in” thing
among the youngsters – well, at least for the Bacolodnons. I hate to admit it but I was
one of the fans of these songs. Just one of my guilty pleasures, then and now.

After catching myself pausing briefly to listen to the music which I know for a fact and
based on experience, are all coming from a “baylehan” (dance/fiesta area) as we call it, I
began to remember that prior to my mandatory siesta, we actually just had our son’s
baptismal.

This event, thankfully, happened after one postponement due to a problem we encountered
when we initially scheduled it in my wife’s place back in Batangas. This time, it was
finally realized and despite bits of snags, upsets and confusions before and during the
ceremony. Thirty minutes after the baptismal rites and photo ops we ended in Imay’s restaurant where a simple yet fulfilling celebration with our closest family and neighbors took place.

I’m now still groggy and trying my best not to blame it either to the brandy I just had nor
the jet lag since we just arrived yesterday at lunch time. But deep inside I feel happy as after
all the excitement from welcoming Marcus to the Christian world, I suddenly remember that
also today is our father’s 75th and likewise my 35th birthday. Right now, I can’t think of
a better way to be home again in Bacolod.

 That’s my wife and baby in the picture sharing smiles one early morning in Bacolod.

Mood: 1/10 Honks!

Postscript: if the text alignment appears funny, that’s because I used notepad to draft this blog. My mother’s PC doesn’t have Windows Office in it.