The Princess

This blog will be about my princess Daniella Cassandra whom we fondly call Ella. She will be turning five in June 2. She is the darling of our family. Our firstborn and the first grandchild of my parents. Join me as I reminisce every precious moments of her life.

Ella with daddy Donald, before her first professional haircut, I usually trim her hair since she turned one. I remember one night when she was still three, I am sewing the edges of my hand painted wall decors and her daddy is helping me out looking for my bobbin' winds. Ella asked if I had a pair of scissors and I answered "yes". She asked is she could borrow it and I said I did not know where it was just to cut the conversation. I don't let her get hold of my scissors because I dreaded for "one thing". That she might cut her hair!

I went on with my sewing and her daddy was still looking where my boxes of winds were. There was silence in the room when suddenly she exclaimed "Wow! Ganda ganda ko na!" (Wow! I am very pretty now!). I looked around and there she was, standing on a chair infront of the mirror with a pair of scissors in her right hand and hair all over her toes. I almost faint because I and her daddy wanted her hair long. I just trimmed the ends every year with no distinct changes. That night, she had cut her hair on the sides three inches shorter!


That was the night that changed Ella and me. She never did make use of scissors to cut her hair or a piece of paper that might be important. She always asks permission to cut a paper or a cardboard that she uses in her "art attack" thing. I also, on the other hand, never worry about Ella, her hair and the scissor.