it was pretty enigmatic.
a cross between sheer delight and oddity.
a peculiar breed indeed.
as i cautiously slipped on what once belonged to her, i deliberated about how she would have felt – wearing this.
a tinge of joy, maybe.
or perhaps of custom and habitual routine that carried no feelings, whatsoever.
it was different exceptional for me.
i have been waiting for this day. patiently. and i require lots of grace to do patient :)
i am the one who arrives after you do. the one who is either on time or later then you. i am only earlier than you if you happen to be held up. and i will call you if i don’t see you two seconds after i arrive.
today finally came and i am not surprised that it’s the twenty-first. Jesus’ love for me is evident even the littlest of details. GREAT is the measure of His love :)
as i gazed at her kebaya more intently, there was more than meets the eye.
there always is.
imperfections that spoke volumes of the things she might have gone through. her journey through life.
how these things amplify the value of her oh-so-precious kebaya even more.
i am glad to keep a piece of her. i miss my grandma. but i know she’s prolly smiling down at me.
right about now :)