Little things...

This is how my eyes will see for the rest of my life.. This is how i always remember my life will be... The relationship between my loved ones.. Hope that it will be like this forever.

Life is like a movie that we are the actors and the actresses, and the audience is GOD. But in my life, am the audience of the movie that played around me. I use GOD given eyes to see these scenes.

So, smile... smile my friends.. You are in a movie..

If you treat your life as simple as this.. and feel blessed.. It's not about how rich you are, how much money you have, how high your positions are... Your life will be contented if you started to appreciate little things around you.

Greeting from my 'lil man...

TOBIE ARYA KUNTJORO borned on the 30th of May 2010 through water birth process in Jakarta. 

The moment i saw him. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. The pain that i was experienced, suddenly was gone. The only words that came out from my mouth was only : Thank you GOD..

and i whispered through my baby's ear..

Bapa kami yang di surga, dimuliakan namaMu.

Datanglah kerajaanMu, jadilah kehendakMu.

Di atas bumi seperti di dalam surga

berilah kami rejeki pada hari ini

dan ampunilah kesalahan kami

seperti kami mengampuni yang bersalah kepada kami

dan janganlah masukkan kami ke dalam percobaan

tetapi bebaskanlah kami dari yang jahat. Amin.

Salam Maria penuh rahmat Tuhan sertaMu,

terpujilah engkau di antara wanita

dan terpujilah buat tubuhmu Yesus,

Santa Maria bunda Allah, 

doakanlah kami yang berdosa ini sekarang dan waktu kami mati. Amin.

Kuserahkan anakku kepadaMu ya Bapa, jagalah dia seperti Bapa menjagaku.

Hannah was in the process of getting to know her lil brother.

“For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him, as a child, play the games she was not allowed to play; she can invest in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions, and values -- or whatever she has left of them; she can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life was sustained by her work and devotion, embody her in the world. So while the project of raising a boy is fraught with ambivalence and leads inevitably to bitterness, it is the only project that allows a woman to be -- to be through her son, to live through her son.”