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My mom’s sweet-style spaghetti is legendary! 

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Mom’s Famous Cheesy Spaghetti — Better Than Jollibee! 🍝❤️

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Mom’s Famous Cheesy Spaghetti — Better Than Jollibee! 🍝❤️

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If there’s one dish that truly reminds me of my mom, it’s her sweet-style Filipino spaghetti. The kind with tender ground pork, juicy hotdogs, banana ketchup, and just the right amount of sweetness. It’s comfort food at its finest, and yes… it can seriously beat Jollibee. 😄

Growing up, this spaghetti was a staple at every celebration — birthdays, holidays, even random days when mom was feeling extra generous. My barkada loved it so much that they’d ask me in advance, “May spaghetti ba kayong handa? Yung gawa ng mama mo ha!” Even our relatives from out of town knew it was something special.

Mom never used exact measurements. She just knew by heart how much of everything to add — and it always turned out perfect. She said the secret ingredient was love (and maybe a little extra cheese on top 😅).

Thanks, Mom, for showing me that food isn’t just about flavor — it’s about bringing people together. 💕

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Whenever I hear any Carpenters' song, I can't help but sing along and summon my heart with longing. She used to tell me that these are the songs she loved to sing for my Dad, especially in their melancholic times together. And now, up to this moment, I still have the playlist in my song library, to reminisce the most wonderful woman in my life..my mother. A melody to live in my heart, now and a lifetime.

Thank you, Mom for the love songs, that in this life and the next, we will soon hum the same tune together with Dad. Stay tuned! I love you endlessly!

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I love you Mama!

For your endless and unconditional love—not just for me, but for your precious apo’s, and now, for the little apo growing in my tummy. The way you care for them—with such tenderness, patience, and pure joy—fills my heart in ways words can’t fully express. You’ve always been the most amazing mom, guiding me with your love and strength. And now, seeing you as a grandma, so devoted and nurturing, only deepens my admiration and gratitude. Your love is a gift that lights up all our lives. We are truly, deeply blessed to have you. We love you beyond words! 💖🌷

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Dear, mom you are both my closest confidante, and my wisest mentor. Being your daughter is a blessing that fills my heart with gratitude and joy...thank you for always being there for me when no one did...no words can describe my love for you maa...I love you...me being a mom of two now i could not tell how much I feel gratitude for you for all the things you did and do for us. My love for you maa ,is so abundant it overflows at your mere sight..you are the heart of our family ...you are my everything without you n your support I am nothing..for the lessons in kindness and the strength in forgiveness ,thank you Mom 💝💝💝💝

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Growing up, I’ve always had a special connection to my mom's cooking. It wasn’t just about the taste—it was about the love and care she poured into every meal. Even now, when life gets tough, cooking the way she taught me brings me comfort and reminds me of her. It’s my way of feeling close to her, especially since I’m living alone now. I’ll admit, that’s probably why I gained a little extra weight as a kid—her food was just too good to resist! 😅 But beyond that, it’s the one thing I miss the most now that I’m on my own. I long for her meals every single day, but I know that what she taught me is something I’ll carry with me forever. Now, I’m so grateful I have the chance to repay her for all the sacrifices she made raising me, especially without a partner by her side. Mom, you’ve given me so much, and I hope I can make you proud. Thank you for teaching me that food isn’t just about filling your stomach, but about filling your heart.

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A role model mother/mother-in-law, wife, and grandma <3

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A role model mother/mother-in-law, wife, and grandma <3

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Thank you for making me feel extraordinarily special from the very first day we met, Mama Gaga. I am beyond grateful to you and Papa Eddie for welcoming me into your family and treating me as your own daughter. You've given me the precious gift of experiencing what it feels like to be part of a complete family—something I never had growing up.

The unconditional love and warmth you've shown me has filled a void in my heart that I carried for so many years. Your thoughtful gestures, wise advice, and constant support have transformed my understanding of what family truly means. The values you've demonstrated have enriched my life in countless ways.

I cherish your wonderful sense of humor that lights up any room. The way you tease Papa Eddie and the playful banter between you two never fails to make me giggle. Those little moments when you exchange knowing glances or finish each other's sentences remind me what true partnership looks like. After all these years, your love story continues to be an inspiration.

Your passion for gardening amazes me—the tenderness with which you nurture each plant, talking to them as if they were your children. I've learned patience and care from watching your hands work the soil, coaxing beauty from the earth season after season. The abundance of your garden reflects the abundance of your heart.

The love you shower on your children and grandchildren is a wonder to behold. The stories you tell them; the little treats you sneak them when you think no one is looking—all these create memories they will carry for a lifetime. Your grandmotherly wisdom provides them with roots and wings.

When sadness touches you, it breaks my heart too. Those moments when tears fill your eyes pierce deep into my soul, especially when I see you missing our precious Fejie. The love you showed our little angel during his brief 4 year's time with us was boundless, and the way you honor his memory even now, almost two years after his passing, speaks to the immense capacity of your heart. Your strength through grief has taught me how to carry both joy and sorrow with grace.

How could I not mention your beautiful voice? When you sing praises to the Lord, something divine fills the air around us. Those moments when your voice rises in worship bring such peace to my heart. I often find myself closing my eyes, letting your melodious singing wash over me like a gentle wave of comfort. Your faith shines brightest in these moments, and I've learned from you that music can be the purest form of prayer. The way you pour your whole soul into each hymn has inspired my own spiritual journey in ways I never expected.

Sometimes, I find myself humming the tunes you've sung long after you've finished, carrying a piece of that sacred moment with me throughout my day. Your voice has become a cornerstone of our family gatherings, a blessing that transforms ordinary moments into memories etched in our hearts forever. The musical legacy you're passing down—not just the songs themselves but the devotion and joy with which you sing them—is a treasure beyond measure.

The words "thank you" simply aren't enough to express the depth of my gratitude. Your motherly love has been a blessing that continues to inspire me every day, and I hope to carry forward the same kindness, resilience, faith, and generosity you've always shown me.

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Some people leave footprints on our hearts, but my mom has carved the path I walk on. She is the reason I am who I am, not just in the way I speak or think, but in how I love, how I fight for what matters, and how I rise after falling.

From a young age, I watched her work tirelessly, not for recognition or praise, but because love pushed her forward. Whether it was packing lunches before dawn or staying up late to help with school projects, she did it all without expecting thanks. Through her, I learned that real strength isn’t loud — it’s quiet, steady, and unwavering.

She taught me that kindness isn’t weakness, that forgiveness is power, and that showing up, even when it's hard, is one of the greatest things you can do for someone. She never had to tell me to be brave — she showed me. When life threw challenges our way, she stood tall so I could grow up knowing what resilience looked like.

I carry her lessons with me every day, in every decision, every dream, every step forward. She is not just my mom — she is my heart, my home, and my guide. My life began with her, and the best parts of who I am will always lead back to her.

She is my life and my whole world. <3

P.S: I would rather sacrifice myself getting hurt than seeing her hurt again. I would continually do my very very very best to make her proud and to provide everything for them! <3 xoxo

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My mother was a wonderful cook, and she generously shared her skills and knowledge with me. She taught me not just recipes, but the heart and soul of cooking. It wasn't about following instructions; it was about creating with love, patience, and an understanding of flavors. She showed me how to select the freshest ingredients, how to coax the best out of them, and how to transform simple elements into something extraordinary. Though she is no longer with me, the lessons she imparted remain a vibrant part of who I am. Among the many gifts she gave, her teachings in the kitchen stand out, a legacy I cherish deeply, especially as Mother's Day approaches.

My mother's talent in the kitchen was a gift, a gift that continues to nourish me even though she is gone. Her teachings remain a vital part of me, especially during our family celebrations when I am often asked to cook.

One of my fondest memories is of her cooking our favorite dishes, especially at dinnertime. Two dishes, in particular, always bring her memory vividly to life: her pork sinigang and bistek tagalog (Filipino Beefsteak). My mother passed on more than just recipes; she gave me the ability to create, to connect, and to share. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

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"A kitchen is where memories simmer and hearts rise," she’d say, flour dusting her hands as she taught me to knead dough with patience and fold sweetness into every layer.

My mother’s kitchen was my first classroom. She didn’t just teach me to cook—she showed me how to turn butter and sugar into golden shortbread, how to balance spices until it hummed with warmth, and how to braid dough like weaving gratitude into something tangible. Her secret? “Always taste as you go. Adjust, but never apologize.”

Whenever I open the pantry and see that familiar jar of crispy breaded dilis, I’m reminded of my mom’s quiet magic. As a working mother, she turned time into tenderness—filling our home with the crackle of golden anchovies, the rich aroma of soft humba simmering for hours, and the buttery scent of pastries fresh from the oven.

What she taught me without words:

🍴 Resourcefulness — Those jarred dilis weren’t just a snack; they were her way of saying, “I’m here,” even on her busiest days.

🍲 Tradition — Her humba, sticky-sweet and melt-in-your-mouth, taught me patience and the beauty of recipes passed through generations.

🥐 Creativity — Her pastries (and wild recipe experiments!) showed me that cooking is art—playful, daring, and meant to spark joy.

Today, I knead dough, tweak adobo, or fry dilis her way, but with my own twists. Every dish is a tribute to her hustle, her love, and the truth that great mothers don’t just feed mouths—they nourish hearts.

To the working moms who turn chaos into comfort: Your “small” acts shape lifetimes. ❤️

To my Mama, I LOVE YOU!!!😘😘😘

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In celebration of Mother’s Day, let’s honor the incredible skills, wisdom, and creativity passed down to us by the moms and mother figures in our lives, especially through the art of sewing and other hands-on talents that shape who we are.

For me, sewing holds a very special place in my heart. My mother is a talented dressmaker, and I grew up watching her bring fabric to life with her hands, turning simple materials into beautiful creations. Her dedication, patience, and eye for detail have not only inspired me to pick up the craft myself but have also taught me the deeper value of creating something with love and intention.

From threading needles to sketching designs and stitching dresses, she didn’t just pass down a skill, she passed down a passion. Sewing has become a meaningful way for me to connect with her, carry on her legacy, and express my own creativity. This Mother’s Day, I’m celebrating the threads that tie us together, one stitch at a time. 🧵💕

Happy Mother's Day and I love you always Mama! 💕

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Ma!

Thank you for being my biggest fan, on and off the court. Your love for the game of basketball wasn’t just a passion; it was something you passed on to me with every cheer, every late-night practice ride, and every word of encouragement.

You taught me that the game is about more than winning; it’s about heart, discipline, and showing up for your team, just like you always showed up for me.

Whether I was making shots or missing them, you were always there, with love, support, and that unstoppable belief in me.

Your strength, spirit, and love for life continue to inspire me every day. This game and the person I’ve become are a tribute to everything you’ve poured into me. Salamat kaayo ma.❤

"Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 'Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all."

— Proverbs 31:28–29 (ESV)

Love you always, Mama 💕

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“Wonderful Tonight” holds a special place in my heart because it reminds me of my mother’s unwavering love and grace. Every time I hear it, I can picture her—effortlessly elegant, moving through life with kindness and strength. This song was always playing in the background during our happiest moments, from family gatherings to quiet evenings when she’d hum along while preparing dinner.

Its gentle melody and touching lyrics reflect the way she taught me to appreciate the beauty in simple, everyday things—whether it’s finding joy in a shared meal or treasuring the warmth of being with loved ones. Just like in the song, she made even ordinary nights feel magical.

So today, in celebration of her, I share this song as a tribute to the love, wisdom, and inspiration she has given me. It’s a reminder that, because of her, life is truly wonderful.