happy 47th birthday to Monica Vincent Rinding, my darling mom.
how fast time flies. and right now, i actually feel old. moreover, it’s not like we get younger every single time the clock strikes 12 because by the time we know it, we’re just going to be old and rotten anyway. it’s what we have experienced which really brings up the best in ourselves, the good and the bad. my sis and i went down to the spring and we had a very tough time searching a decent garment for our mom. i must say we had gone to all of the shops but to our dismay, nothing pleases us. after many hours wasted, we finally managed to get one.
a valentino rudy’s out wear to be exact!
there goes me money.
but hey at least she loves it!
and i'm ecstatic the fact that she does.
everytime i glance through this runway like pictures, i can say nothing but only can shake my head. this woman who is strong enough to put up with anything you can possibly imagine. i was a rebellious kid, i did not put up with rules and i was downright spoiled to the core - but she put that to test and scared the shit out of me. she still does sometimes. especially when she screams my full name, chorus included. i can never imagine a woman handling 4 boisterous boys
(and let's not forget 1 girl)the way she does. she's good at her job, so what? i've heard people making remarks about her. but that does not matter. she still holds our house together anyway, better than anyone else can. she was always the only woman i have ever looked up to - i have never seen her giving up on anything even if she tried to.
once again, happy birthday to my spontaneous mom or should i say a runway mom to be? u say.
