1/52: A Year of Dawn & Rain

1/52: Dawn

1/52: Rain

I’ve blogged A LOT in the past 10 years. Chasingdreams.net alone has collected 270+ posts in 3+ years, and I’m not even adding up the ones I posted on my other sites over the past decade. I blogged about stuff that I loved, people who made me smile, places I went to, experiences that made me grow, things I learned, God-moments that defined and shaped who I am, dreams that came true, and sometimes even those ordinary days and non-sensical thoughts.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, all these years filling up this little space in the web, I feel like I owe it to our twins to document their little lives here, more than anything I’ve ever blogged. With hopes that someday, they’ll see these posts and know how much they’re loved.

So I mark this year in this blog, their first year of existence, with a 52 Week Project inspired by Jodi:

A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2013.

Hundreds of bloggers from all over the world took Jodi’s challenge, and because of the theme of the project, it’s quite obvious that the ones who are doing it are MOMS. I’ve been following their posts and have found some of my newest favorite blogs. And while I don’t know these people, it feels like stepping inside a room full of kindred spirits every time I browse through the list of participants—talented Mothers who are smitten by their littles ones, and capturing moments through photographs and words.

I’m trailing behind by a couple of weeks (they’re already on their 7th week), but oh well, better late than never. My 52 Weeks now begins.

Dear Dawn & Rain, This is for you. Love, Mommy.

Day 13: Bath times, solitude, and another encounter

Rain, bath time!

She was waving her hand! Hello! :)

1. Rain and bath times. If there’s one thing about Rain, she’s the twin who knows what she wants and gets itI’m loving that about her! So last Friday she spent the whole day almost like scolding me for not being able to figure out what she wanted. She cried when I wasn’t carrying her the way she wanted to be carried. She cried when she woke up hungry and her milk bottle was not ready. She cried when I couldn’t put her to sleep. I was starting to get frustrated! But as the day was nearing its end, and I was getting her ready to take a bath.. alas, her first smile of the day! I found out that Rain is happiest when I’m giving her a bath. I don’t know why I didn’t notice this before, but now I’m aware of how comfortable and happy she is when she’s submerged in a bath tub full of water. I think she’s starting to live up to her name!

2. Solitude. Solitude is hard to find these days, but I’m thankful for times when the babies are asleep, and for extra sets of hands (my husband’s, our yaya’s, or whoever’s available) which give me time to breathe. I hardly have time to go out these days since I work at home too, but stepping out to walk for a few minutes a day, or at least plugging in my earphones so I can zone out for a couple of minutes, works wonders for me.  

3. Encounter Weekend. It’s the Encounter Weekend in our church and D was, again, one of the speakers and counselors. He came home tired from the whole day, but as he took time to tell me stories about the Men’s Encounter, my heart swelled with that familiar feeling of joy, knowing that he’s doing what God calls him to do and that he loves it. Another batch of men and women are encountering God these first two weekends of February. I’m excited for them! They may not know it yet now, but their lives are never going to be the same again.

30 Days of Gratitude, Day 13.