On April 19th, hubby discovered that a hummingbird had built a nest amongst our rose bushes. I’m not sure what to be thankful for — finding the nest, or hubby screaming in joy upon finding it as if he won the lotto or something. He could be grateful about little things like that too. It makes me smile thinking how happy he was to share it with me to this day.

Come Mother’s Day, we found out that the eggs hatched. I’m happy for the “hummingmom” (sorry, no time to research what she’s supposed to be called, LOL). At least someone had a baby in our household at this time. Hubby was hesitant to check again, not because he doesn’t like it but because he was afraid for the mommy bird. He asked my dad, “ARE THEY ALIVE?” I guess that’s why Mother’s Day still gives me some mixed feelings. It reminds me of my little angel Cody, who I had to say goodbye to upon being born, when it was supposed to be hello. They say grief always comes in waves. I lived it. But I’m glad that mine comes in rare trickles now, in really tiny ripples although it’s true that a mom never forgets even way after others have already forgotten. I guess that’s why Mother’s Day also gives me mixed feelings because deep inside, I still wish someone would remember and say “Happy Mother’s Day” to me at least for being a mom to Cody even for the briefest of moments, and for having a stepdaughter I truly care about. Mother’s Day morning, the first one who remembered to greet me was my stepdaughter’s mom…and then my stepdaughter. And then my hubby. Later in the day, it was Meng (on FB) then I was caught off guard when my nephew Elwin remembered and so I ended up uttering a soft and awkward “Thank you”. Just so you know, these all meant the universe to me.

Below are photos of spring’s gift to me. Will post more soon. The baby birdies are getting bigger. There are two of them and I will post more pictures soon. I’m thinking of names to call them, at least before they fly away.