morning thoughts and JAstinne

it's post-holiday blues. tugging at the sides of my blanket in an effort to stifle the nipping cold. the pinpoints of light slowly filtering my room. the pilgrimage to the bath, and the struggle with the cold vapor of this season's morning.

when the spirit has awakened, the mad rush to break the 8:00 a.m. call.
sliding my card and logging at 7:50 a.m., i know, i'm safe.

and then i quietly tugged my chair. punched open my unit and leafed through my Harry Potter 5 - a Christmas gift from my sister. sweet!

my fingers missed tapping the keyboards and so i write.
my body misses the demands of a writer's job - a writer for a steady mag or broad...and so i still write, if only to keep my fingers busy and deny rust rushing its toll in my brain.

i had a quiet Christmas spent with my family.
Christmas Day was made special - waking up to the innocent stare of my four-year-old niece, smelling her and watching her open our gifts was one of the day's simple joys that really floored me. and then my tatay came home - dinner and small talks as if nothing really happened. and i did miss him.

yesterday, i was re-introduced to STRESS.
with my beautiful niece in tow, we trooped to the mall to let her ride as many rides as she want and ogle at all the dancing lights and santas that her young eyes could absorb. we watched her finish her food and wipe her mouth in earnest, went into a frenzy when she simply said she wanted to unload some shit (hehehehehe yes! tumae sha sa mall! hahahaha), and took turns in carrying her when she got tired from all the walking.

Jastinne was simply adorable.
she babbles with lots of stories and is a one small, solid bundle of fun.
her small hands promises a lot of caring and her small kisses are more than enough balm to soothe my cares...and i could just sigh and remember yesterday's afternoon pregnant with memories of her - beautiful, exciting and humbling at the same time.

with her, i was reconciled with the kid in me once more.
eating three cones of ice cream at the same time, staring at shop windows and tapping tarpaulins. giggling over the cold and sipping mandarin orange juices....

yesterday's afternoon thoughts and memories surely nicks a place in my bliss list.