Six months of M ♡

I struggle to find the balance between capturing every moment and wanting to keep your laughter a secret between us.

For Mother's Day, my sister wrote me the sweetest poem:

Little hands and little feet A swift nine months, we finally meet Every day that passes, you grow into something a little new But no matter what age you'll be In my heart, you belong to me.

I am grateful for my family. Thankful for my village. We prayed for a healthy and happy baby boy. I believe our faith-filled prayers did not fall on deaf ears. They fertilized the soil in which God's promises were planted.

He is Tino; he is me; he is every answered prayer.

& it was called Yellow

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and all the things you do ⭒

This is how I'll remember your 20s - always on my couch studying for some test, napping, or bingeing your current Netflix obsession with a bowl of pasta. You've called it your own room, and my couch has never quite recovered from your visits. Of course, Mochi is never too far away. I have more shots of your naps, but I know those are far less appreciated hehe.

Photographs don't capture the valleys you walked through and the mountains I watched you climb in your past decade. I'm so proud of who are and that you're stepping into a new chapter more sure of yourself and unafraid of your future. Thank you for letting me hold your hand during our midnight sessions expressing vulnerabilities and hopes for this short life. I appreciate that you give love freely and you welcome me to take part in your victories. You are so loved.

Happiest birthday to my sakay o patay, my business partner, secret keeper & the reason this blog exists.

End of a Decade, Start of an Age

I celebrated turning 30 a few days ago. As I look back on the past decade, I can't help but reminisce. My 20s were so full of adventures reinventing and redefining who I thought I was. Along with celebrating different milestones, they were full of uncertainty and mistakes that shape who I am now. What a blessing it is to step into my 30s more sure of who I am.

The only constant I knew then that is still true today - my God is good, and He is faithful.

I love these pictures taken by my favorite non-photographers. Despite the blurriness, I remember each moment so clearly.

Left: The first picture of Tino and me celebrating buying our DTLA condo taken by Bon. Right: The last picture of me in my DTLA apartment taken by Tino.