our little family went on a roadtrip last weekend to orani, bataan. we went to celebrate the feast of our lady of the rosary, which not many of you know, is where my first name rosario was derived from by my dad, who is a devotee.
we went to the 11am mass and afterwards, watched the banda ng mosiko, while my dad related his stories to my kids about how it used to be when he was young there in their town.
then we went to my cousin's house and had lunch.
best part of the day were the kids enjoying their short but fun time bonding with their cousins that they didn't want to go home when it was time. the little big man was literally begging me to let him stay overnight. of course, that wasn't possible so hubby and i promised them we'll come back on the 31st and stay overnight. i understand how much they long to be with their cousins and i'm glad they've built friendships and bonds with them that will last forever.
"a cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."