Story of Us

Update : This is posted late because of some unforeseen (wow) event. Our anniversary was on June 9.

Let me tell you a story.

Should I start from the beginning, the middle or from present to the past?

I know many of our closest friends have heard our story. How we met, when we met, where we met and so on..

I have to give credit to Facebook first. Its where we met. However jologs Facebook has become, I’m thankful that it did exist! ( Thank you Mark!) Waldy and I has so many mutual friends; his highschool classmates, my college batchmates, his college batchmates. Funny how a world so big, seemed small because of this platform.

I remember our first date, (” eyeball “  kumbaga). It was such a beautiful day, and I was eternally late. We went to Tagaytay, had Bulalo at Leslie’s, my first Melona ice pop, this is also the time I discovered that he’s not fond of popsicles because it hurts his teeth. And then, we went to church! I know, it’s corny right? But we did. This is a first for both of us. First day of meeting someone then going to a church. Going back, it was a peaceful and serene afternoon at Pink Sister’s chapel. We offered a dozen eggs for good luck, then we prayed and offer our petitions. I still don’t know at this point what he prayed for that day, but I clearly remember mine. And I will never forget the way he looked at me while smiling, not in a pa-cute way or with pagnanasa , but a pure kind smile. And so, I added to my prayer to bless whatever direction this friendship is moving. I don't know if you've ever experienced that moment when everything seems to freeze or slowdown, but that moment it did for me.

Please take note that this was the time that both of us was in our wild and crazy times. Both single who likes to mingle. Question that bothered me at that moment was, will he accept me wholly? I was a single-mother who got out of a bad relationship a year before, and was still on the verge of coping up, trying to pick up the pieces of my broken self. I was very fortunate that he did! And he loved my daughter as his, even though Izhi gave him such a hard time accepting him in our lives.

It was 6 years ago. It was unexpected and beautiful. Waldy and I  have been through a lot. It’s fascinating to see someone we love mature and slowly change into a person that he truly is. We have grown so much together; me, learning to let small lapses pass, like how messy he is at home, how lazy he is to do house chores. Him becoming a father with our two children ( he’s an amazing papa, by the way!), learning to do his share of house work, cleaning our son, and now he claims that he’s the “labada” master.

I have made many mistakes and wrong decisions in my life and I never regret anything, because it is part of me and made me who I am today. I'm just thankful that despite of all these, God still provided me comfort, security and inner peace when He led Waldy and I's path. 

Relationships are not perfect, and that’s what makes it beautiful. It’s like an incomplete canvass that two people paint together to create a masterpiece.

It’s not always easy at the beginning, the middle or the present. We still have a lot of challenges to beat, plans to make and goals to reach. After all, it’s only 6 years. 6 wonderful years of love, happiness, craziness, sadness, petty arguments, bigger fights and the lists goes on. I’m looking forward to many things in the future like our wedding, Izhi going to college, Yuri on his first day at school. But for now, we’ll try to live our simple life each day at a time. To appreciate each day of being together, alive and healthy. We may not have too much at this moment, but hey, it’s not the end of the world yet. 

Happy 6^th years to us, badge! You’re truly one of the greatest blessing from God. I love you and you’re worth it.