Days with Papa.

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LATE POST! Texts drafted February 24, 2012, just modified today. 

Ansaveh sa super duper late na post na to? 

Well better than not doing this at all.

But here I am doing this in between my lessons. 

Yes! I talked to a student on line about grammar thingies while engaged in my blogging world. 

Hush-hush!!!  

And wooosssh! I finally made one!

Enjoy reading folks!

With my late at night convo with Oscar, he asked me to write something about him again… 

AGAIN? Okay? So primarily he wanted to be the next item in this blog. 

It’s just that it took ages before I finally posted. 

In truth, I just couldn't find photos to include in this post :((( .Hmmmm? How’s that? 

Well I said I already drafted one but I just don’t know how to put it into words in a way that is different from any similar posts I wrote in here. 

... and so I tried....

I love you because;

You rock me to sleep,

You make me happy,

You give great hugs, and I giggle

You always want to hang out with me,

You keep me nice and close,

And you snuggle with me!

I love you because... you make me feel better…

 A poem borrowed from Mr. Google.

My Father is very witty. 

He is also a great storyteller. 

He would let me sit on his lap and he'll talk about anything. 

Sometimes if we are talking, I just don't know if he understands me. 

Papa I hope you did.

My Papa can't sing but he tries his best to put me to sleep and he would sing about the most random things. 

But I wish him to be hushed and that I would just like him to hold me close instead.

As far as I am concerned, my father was the finest man who ever lived.

 He was equal parts friend, mentor, and confidant to Mama. 

He spoke without words and loved without barriers. 

He was independent and strong, a stubborn individualist. 

I don't know who taught him how to be a father, but he learned the lessons well.

As I grew older, it was obvious that money wasn't plentiful, but Papa never lost his enthusiasm for living. 

Even his simplest conversations with Mama were painted with smiles.

He is like a river. 

Always in motion, flowing forward with loose-limbed vigor. 

Sweeping past every obstacle with a smile, dancing and shimmering in the sun. Every door was there to be opened. 

Every window to be looked through.

He’s always been his own person. 

He doesn't try to be anyone else. He’s probably the smartest person I know.  He has life smarts — the intelligence that I feel really counts.

He’s the hardest working person I know and on top of that, he is also the least selfish person. 

He’s a true family man that has always worked his ass off to keep us on our feet. 

He provides us  things we needed, while him, he rather use his old ones. 

He would sometimes come home late from work, and even in the middle of the night he still plays with me when I'm awake. 

I respect him more than I can put into words.

Yep, that’s’ our Papa!

We love our father as the stars - he's a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in our hearts.

Happy Friday! 



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