All i need in this life of sin



I know it's cliche and I know it's a little bit cheesy... (okay a LOT cheesy) but really.... I'm THAT kind of aunt. I'm the cheesy kind of aunt. I'm the hands on kind of aunt aunt. I'm the trying hard kind of aunt. Call me whatever you want as long as it's synonymous to me being...the best freakin' aunt evaaaaaaah! HAHAHAHA! Kidding. Okay I'm not kidding. I'm the best freakin' aunt ever. That's me!!! Hahahahaha.

Orayt going back... so yeah, I know it's cliche already and I know it's so cheesy but the girls right there in the pictures are MY LIFE. They're like my own daughters. They're my angels. They're everything to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. See? So cheesy. 

Anyway, they live in the US of A so we're kinda worlds apart but we communicate via Facetime so it's really like we're still together. Also, they visit and stay in the Philippines once a year for 2 months so it's not like we don't get to be together physically. 

So, I was kinda busy these past few months that's why I wasn't able to talk to my babies for quite a while. I was feelin' lonely and I was missing them so much. Then, yesterday, I got free so I called them at around afternoon here in the PH and evening over there and we spent a lot of time together and played alotta games. Lucky for me, they don't have school the next day that's why they were able to sleep in.

I just love my babies and I love how they cling to me and make me feel so loved. Okay there's a lot of 'love word' in that sentence. Whew! Can't you see my dear readers? I'm turning into a gooey melted cheese every time I talk about my cute little babies. Hahaha!

Oh well. That's it for now folks. Until next time!

Ciao!

Xoxo,
Kimmy















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