Happy Friday the 13th

Me, my sister-in-law Jolly and manang Cel @ home

My brother Jun and his wife, Jolly

In this day in age, many people still believe that Friday the 13 brings scarcity, nuances, and just a doomsday. 

For me, on the other hand, # 13 holds the most sentimental events in my life. My first born son, Josh was born on this special day...I became a mom, a mother that will always uphold and honor its highest standard---servitude!

The other very special event in my life happened last year; one that will forever etched in my heart. That 13th of May changed everything for me!

Today is another blessed Friday the 13th for the family. My sister-in-law, Jolly, who just arrived here( a month ago) in Texas from the Philippines got her driver's permit. Good for her! We should be on the look out though...when she's on the road.

So, once again, the date and the day don't correspond to anything feeble. It's about celebrating the infamous number...And I did by  cooking spaghetti & meatballs with Italian sausage, served with grated Parmesan  cheese and green salad sprinkled with Olessa olive oil. I think I did good for even putting "cinnabon" cinnamon Pillsbury rolls in the oven with Puerto Rican "pilon" coffee for the taking. The family loved the dish I prepared for them. Can't be Filipino dish all the time! That's what I always say to them...
And though my heart still awaits for something grand to happen, I'll leave that another day. Today, I celebrate you, my family, friends and God's touch of grace...