nothing beats a lazy sunday afternoon with family and close relatives. at least, for me that's true. it was a spur of the moment decision to drive up to orani, bataan and spend the day there and hear mass at the old holy rosary parish church where my dad got my name.
we sat with my cousins, brothers, aunt and mom around a table heartily eating, sans utensils, with bear hands! there's sugpo (big shrimps!), rellenong bangus (yes, that's stuffed fish), roasted chicken and rice. and what's that fish with the soup? ice cold soda was passed around along with stories and funny anecdotes. we were the same cousins who used to run around the big old ancestral home of our grandparents while our moms and dads chatted like they did forever about how each's lives have turned out over the years.
now it's our kids, who seldom see their cousins, who are running around the garden to the parking lot cum walkway, up the small nipa hut behind the house.
it was worth the trip. at the end of the day, i felt a sense of peace and love as i entered the church -- the reason why we visited. it always feels like a miracle is going to happen everytime i see the lady of the rosary perched behind the altar in all her sparkling glory. it feels like i am in her warm embrace and nothing is going to harm me or my family. i am thankful for my family and my small group of close relatives who are in fact, the miracles in my life.