Living one day at a time

I went for a jog this early morning. The crisp air was so good this morning. I made a few rounds and decided to rest at the park. The sun was starting to rise when I resting on a bench. It feels so peaceful and relaxing. I wish I could see sunrise everyday. After which, I went home to freshen up. It’s our day with the twins. My parents and I were visiting my sister and her family. We had a Sunday lunch with the whole family. The twins even called on the phone yesterday to confirm our visit. When we got there, they were all in the garden grilling stakes. We brought fresh veggies for lunch and we enjoyed the whole sunday as our family day .

Last weekend I had a dvd marathon night at my friends house since she have a new HDTV. We had champagne as we watch our favorite movies. I stayed at her place till two in the morning. And on sunday I spend half of the day sleeping that I nearly forgot to visit my mom. I just called her that I go to her house a little later. At her place she baked my favorite apple cake and prepared a cup of tea too. We spend the sunday with lots of stories to tell with mom and daughter bonding.

I dreamed of my grandfather last night. In my dream, he was reading me a book just like the old days. He used to be my story teller when I was just a little kid, before I went to bed. I kinda miss the old man. I called him grand daddy. He passed away three years ago. I love summer vacations because I would spend the time with him and my grandma during school break. I usually go with him when he works at the rice field or when he goes fishing at the nearby river. I love those times when we prepare our fishing gadgets early in the morning then spend the whole morning catching fishes for lunch and dinner. In the afternoon, I would often take naps while he goes back to the rice field and check out his plantings.

When I was already working, I would give him Cigar if ever I visit him. He makes his own cigars but he liked better the cigar that I give him. Grandpa used to call me whenever he runs out of Cigars. It’ his way of telling me he misses me and wants me to visit him.

This morning I passed by the cemetery to visit my grandpa’s grave. Though I wish I could have brought him a box of Cigars.