pinoy birthday sunday

Sunday : we were all gathered in the living room right behind the front door. Most of us were tingling in anticipation on how she would react. The kids, well, that includes me(haha) were holding party poppers filled with confetti. The dining table's brimming with lechon, lumpia, spaghetti(but opkors, what is a pinoy party without spaghetti or pancit?! right? hehe) and, naturally, the candle-stabbed cake.

And as Momma's car rolled into the driveway, everybody looked as if we were about to pounce.

Momma opens the front door and....

SURPRISE!! (insert popping noises, confetti, tears and shocked expression of my momma, and hugs and kisses here.)

We had one hellluva feast! And what can be better than a nice smooth smoke after a very sumptous meal?

It turned to be a lovely lazy sunday afternoons. Food was pinoy perfect in the Goldilocks food chain sense of the word. I almost spent four hours chatting with my mom,dad, titos and titas about just any topic.

Well, it started off with religion, the da vinci code, conspiracy theories, whales evolving from wolves, ely soriano, religious cults, space aliens and gods, the monkey prince, ukay ukay stuff, and a whole lot of other things that you really can't talk about everyday. This simply means that it turned out rather interesting. Everybody wanted to say something. Intelligent conversation is bliss.

Yep, we threw a surprise party for my mom: my personal hero, and the fuel of anything nice in my heart, my source of inspiration and my armor of fortitude. I might go on a litany here, so maybe I'll just reserve that for her. My heart just wells up with love and tenderness whenever I remember everything that she's done and is still doing for all five of us hell-raising kids.

I LOVE YOU MA.