Sweeping Me Off My Achy Feet...

Sometimes, I wish I am that kind of girl who is okay with wearing flats to work. So i cheat and wear my kitten heels. But after eight hours, kitten heels is still a shoe with heels. You know what I mean right? So, after a long day I'd like to sit on the edge of my bed, and rub my foot. Especially my left foot (my left is chubbier and wider than the right one). Every night I let them relax and cool them off in warm water before going to bed. Most nights, Jayson would walked in on me and take pity on my poor feet. Next thing I knew I was on my back, heels up, and Jayson massaging those achy toes and sole. 

I don't think anything says "i love you" more than that. 

Thank you Jayson. I love you too. 

This Morning...

I don't drink fresh brewed coffee anymore. And that is one of the reason why I miss Jayson so so so so so so so so so so soooooooooooooo much, because he makes the best fresh pot of coffee every morning - i wake up to a mug of it right on top of my bedside table. The first sip is always the best. Like my life depends on it. And this morning while Yllac was still drooling on his pillow I managed to grind some fresh beans, the aroma filled my kitchen like a heavy fog in my heart. It was like a perfume. Soon as it hit my senses a flash of warm fuzzy memories came to me. As if Jayson is here, working his way in our kitchen and he is home. I love it. It was like dreaming. But I woke up from my own dream when I tasted my coffee and it's not as good as Jayson used to make. But the smell...it was so him. I guess that's it - this coffee smelling thing, it's gonna be a morning ritual from now on until he comes home. c",)

My Dear Darling Husband Jayson...

So where is Jayson? I WILL TELL YAH...

On early morning of May 4, 2013 Yllac and me took Jayson to the airport and sent him to his new job to Qatar.

-the end.

not really. Am i the biggest annoying jerk you've ever met huh?

anyway, that's not all. Back to the airport, I hope i didn't cause him to be late on his new job because I hugged him extra longer and cried a little than i expected. But we have to do this for our family. We've always dreamed of a new adventure. We always wanted to do something new, to live somewhere new. Meet different kinds of people. We want to learn more about some parts of the the world we don't know. I love Bataan, I love Philippines. But we want something new. And that's what we're doing right now. So, Jayson moved out first. Hopefully with God's blessing, Yllac and me will move with Jayson early next year and start a new adventure as a family.

I miss my husband. Jayson and I, we've been together for 8 years. We see each other everyday since we started dating. He is my friend. I think in my mind he is my only friend since I moved back in Bataan. Before him, I was a bit of a loner. I can do pretty much everything my own. I eat alone. I watch the movies alone. I shop alone. I go to the gym alone. Pathetic loser. And then I met him and my world changed. I changed. With him I found someone who can take care of me. He loves me and does everything for me. He spoiled me rotten and suddenly I cannot function without him. Again, pathetic loser. Know what? romantically speaking that is super great. In real life and as a person, it is bad.  Real bad. Very bad. I can see that now. Because he's such a great pal and i love doing things with him that I cannot do a simple errand outside our home without him. Heck, I cannot even go out and buy a loaf of bread without him. Yup, that's me again - one big pathetic loser. 

My husband, he's a good man. I was never alone on my check up when I was pregnant with Yllac and never once did he let me go alone on Yllac's baby check up. I thank God for his dedication to us. He is a great husband and a great great Dad. We're so lucky God threw him over to us. And God knows I did a pretty great job catching him. So the first month he was away from us was difficult. Suddenly my rock was taken away from me and I am back to doing everything my own. The first few days was hard on me. Painfully challenging and it can get lonely if I keep on looking back on how things were used to be. So I did my very best not to do that and slooooowly, very sloooowly (woohoo!!!) I am glad to say, that I am getting my groove back. I am jazzing my way to trust myself again. I am braver. Well, not to toot my own horn, but boy-oh boy, I will have you know, that I am a good driver now.  I don't complain anymore. At least not out loud. Single parenting is hard. But it is the kind of "hard" where you become a good decision maker, it's the kind of "hard" where you feel like you can drive for miles and navigate any traffic, so you become independent and efficient. And above all,  there's no time for silly whining. Because who would listen to you the moment you feel like bitching about something right? Twitter and facebook are full of that, so you gulp it down and dwell only on the good stuff.

My life with Jayson is good. I don't want him away from me. It's not my story to tell but Jayson was under a lot of stress from his old job and very unhappy. But he's happy at his new job now. For once, I can hear him talk about his job with excitement. That's the kind of Jayson I miss for so long. He is happy and I want him to be happy. We skype twice a day. Thank you internet. You rock! I think, now that we're away from each other, we talk more than we used to. It makes me keep a pen and paper next to me all the time, and write the silly stuff and stories that happened that day, so I won't forget. So Jayson won't ever feel left out. I know he misses us. It hurts to think about that. But this is good for him and for our family. We are in this stage of our marriage where we need to sacrifice our being together for a while and look forward towards our future. In my heart that will be soon. Both of us making our own sweet lemonades from the lemons life give us. But I guess this is not bad at all. I am learning yet again. So this is all good.

Have i already told you that I miss Jayson? So much. Very much. His body and presence so familiar to me - the way he moves, his scent, even the sound of his heartbeat i know when i hug him. God, I miss his warm foot. My cold feet sure do miss their snuggles. I could go on forever talking about how i miss him but it seem cruel to torture ourselves with that. Let's just put it this way, I miss him and I love him more than my iced cafe latte and chicken adobo. 

on a very related note, i will have you know that I fixed our broken toilet flush this week. All by myself. So this is aaaaall good my friend.  

on a very unrelated note - SHOP UPDATE!!!

Happy Tuesday folks! 

5 Years People! 5 Years!!!!

If you thought i was screaming when I said "5 years people, 5 years!!!!"  YES, I was in fact screaming it to the world because today is our big fat 5 year wedding anniversary. 5 WHOLE YEARS! I cannot believe it. I remember everything like it was yesterday. I remember, it was a hot, humid summer day. I ditched my "wedding jacket" because it was soooo hot. I remember telling Jayson "next time we get married, we married on December". I remember feeling so excited and nervous and I cannot stop laughing at everything - at myself and everyone who greets me. Like, duh! Crazy bride. I perfectly remember how much i hate wearing those fake eyelashes and took the tiara off my head before the ceremony. They are heavier than my dress. Both the tiara and my eyelashes. I remember when it was time for the ceremony to begin, I was freaking nervous about walking down the aisle with everybody's eyes on me thinking why did I ever get married???? I remember hurting my cheeks for smiling so big. I remember crying at the same time. I remember tasting the best squash soup ever in my entire life. I remember all those faces who celebrated with us. And I remember Jayson mostly. When he took my hand and he whispered "yey" to me i knew my life is gonna be awesome. Awesome like, here I am with the person I like the most and Im gonna live my life with him. Forever. Till I die. Share everything with him. Every stories, pain, joy, family, food, money, bedroom, toothpaste, grievances, dreams, problems, gossip....everything. And I will never be alone.

I first met Jayson twenty years ago. Jayson was my high school classmate for two years. We barely talked. But I remember his smile. I remember every morning he would call me and say "hi denise" and Id say "hi jayson" back. That hi denise-hi jayson thing between us went on for two years. I remember we were both 13 years old and I know he likes me but he never said anything about it. He's always shy and reserved. Who would have thought that i would marry that boy who greets me every morning in high school? My high school classmate, now my funny husband with a good heart, who is sometimes my archenemy but is always always my best friend and admirer. 

So today, my dear darling husband, let's get out and eat some real fat barbeque ribs. I love you Jayson, like i love my ribs.

Happy 5 years!

To The Mom and Dad Of My Birthday Husband

Dear Mommy Yolly and Daddy Jaime,

33 years ago today you had your third son and you gave him the most beautiful name - Jayson. He is the best gift you have ever given me. Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times for having him. Thank you for teaching him the word of God. Thank you for demanding goodness from him when he was still a child. Thank you for expecting great things from him and teaching him the importance of great work because you knew it will bless his future family someday. Thank you for not letting him give up or quit. I want you to know that he has so many of your great traits. He is honest. Boy, i remember that time, many years ago, i tried to convince him to create a little white-lie for me and your son gave me "that look". You raised him well. He can't lie. Sooooo bad at lying. He is like my conscience, my angel. He's got your gentleness, kindness and your resourcefulness. He is very pleasant. Everybody loves him. He has such a vibrant and optimistic personality. He has blessed my life generously and given me so much love, happiness and joy. He always make me laugh. I want you to know that he is a loving husband and a great  father. I thank you for your son, for the life your gave him, for raising him good. He is a grown man now. He isn't your baby boy anymore, well hasn't been for a few years now. It is my job now to take care of him. I get to feed him everyday, hug him, kiss him and sometimes pick out his clothes for him. And i love doing all of that. He is everything to me. He is me. I can't imagine my life without him. I don't care much if some people think that is silly, or unhealthy or crazy. I was made for him as he is for me.

And today I celebrate his wonderful life. Once again thank you for letting me take your son and make him mine to love forever. I love him so so much. 

Love, Denise 

Happy birthday Jayson. 

Little Promises

us, March, 2008

I have been married to this man for a good 4 years (and counting) now. I married him because he is cool and have i told you how much I love him too? And i think I loved him even more starting two days ago. You see, this man of mine hates being late but he married me, the good 'ol me for always being late. See? love is blind and crazy and sometimes it just left you with no other choice. I am a very lucky girl. Him? I am not too sure. Let's just say that he is a man of many many many virtues. Anyway, two days ago, he told me something so sweet my knees melted like a coffee crumble ice cream under the sun. He said (listen to his wisdom you guys) that no matter how long it takes for me to get ready to dress up, (you know the whole girl ritual of putting on your face and changing outfits 3 times and shoes at the last minute) he will never, ever, rush me anymore, even though Yllac just can't wait to get out of the door, screaming his lungs out, he will and will never get angry at me. So after a lot of mental wooohoooo going on inside me, I asked him why? Well, according to him, he is always proud of me as his wife. He takes pride in introducing me to people as his wife. Part of it, HE SAID (not me okay) is that I am beautiful (promise, no force here), part of how I look depends on how much time or if given the time to prep myself up....

gee thanks. Honesty much?

Have I told you how much I love this man?

..well in my defense, it takes a lot of time to prepare everything for the whole family each time we leave the house. If you're a mom or a mom figure, you know what I am talking about right? The mom is always the last one to get prettified. Hello, you there, Mom of more than one, hats off to you my friend. The world is a better place because of you. 

So...maybe my "ill be ready in a minute dear" won't be heard more than once in our household from now on? Oh my! Have I told you I married a good man? I can never forget his face last Saturday when he made that new little promise. It was the first time i really stopped to get a good look at him in days. His sparkling eyes happy but a little tired, drooping a little at the corners, his tiny laugh lines pronounced. His jaw and upper lips dusted with sprinkles of stubble and wonder when was the last time he actually slept. You see, I always get a good night sleep when he is around so I forgot about all his sleep if he's getting any. So I made a secret right-back-atcha promise to him that I, Denise Katipunera, won't touch my computer when he's home. Sorry, it's not i-will-get-faster-getting-dressed-dear promise kind of thing. It's an impossible promise. But as his wife that once promised him to be tender and not go all Cruella De Vil to him for as long as we're married, I am gonna give up my computer rights when he's home. Pinky swear I will. You know what? This is marriage, little promises you are willing to keep, little sacrifices and little petty quarrels. 

When he proposed to me, I said I do right away when I can't see a thing but feel the cold ring he slipped into my not-so-fat-fingers then. It was so dark I didn't see him dropped to his knees and can't really remember his proposal speech because all am trying to get a good look at was the ring. Slowly as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I can finally see the ring. I was little. I can see his eyes. It was huge. And I can finally see his face, so nervous as if he's trying so hard not to laugh. I could see something else there too. Something that promised years of laughter. Promise of friendship and respect, of being challenged at every turn and growing into a better person for it. Of hot, stolen, hunka bunka moments in the dark. Of long (pre Yllac) and short lazy mornings in bed. Of always knowing someone's got your back no matter what kind of trouble finds you.   

And id never been so sure of any answer in my life, but of course I do,sure,yes,why not, to hold tight and be true until we both go to that big 'ol heartbreak hotel in the sky. 

ps,

have I mentioned how much I love this man?

yes I do. Yes I do.  

Yllac Lorenzo Lozada's Dad

I like Yllac Lorenzo Lozada's dad. And Yllac Lorenzo is crazy about him too.

Why?

Yllac and Jayson aka Dad, have a standing morning date ( if jayson's work isn't in the way) while I am at home in deep comma, drooling on my pillow, gloriously snoring. I am at my happiest when I'm asleep. How do I know that I know how crazy happy I am while asleep? Becaaaaaause the best experiences in life are those of the moments you know it's so good you cannot remember a single thing about it. So back to the boys, ... They walk around the neighborhood chasing after cows and chickens. Sometimes they drive to the nearest park, check out the skater boys and gals, eat biscuit while watching people and they go home to me with my cold Jollibee coffee float minus the chocolate fudge. Okay, most of the time, it's just kisses and hugs. It's a bliss. 

Honestly I am not jealous. I just let them go and be boys and Jayson be a Dad, any way he want to be. The two of them would go out, sometimes Yllac wearing briefs. Just WHITE briefs and an oversize shirt. But who cares right? Sometimes he'd make Yllac wear socks with sandals. Who cares right? When we grocery shop, Yllac would stop at the bottled water racks and poke them for half an hour with Jayson watching him do it. For half an hour!!! But who cares right? I can see them a year or two from now, they can tell fart jokes as much as they want to. Heck, they can fart as much as they want to. Drink juice straight from the carton. Burritos, pizza, or burger or hotdog every night, leave the seat up in the toilet. As long as I'm not around (NOT awake) there's no need to pick up dirty clothes from the floor, sports on tv all day long. They can even scratch their balls without embarrassment. Who cares right??? Now, that is living. Because ask Yllac now and he'll tell you, his Dad is the best. He really is. With these two boys as my tribe...now I understand what it really means for a girl to be extremely lucky.

I love you Yllac Lorenzo's Dad. You are good to us. 

love,

Yllac Lorenzo's Mom

Story Of My Life

I was going through my hard drive today and I saw this photo. Usually, to have more space in my life (the external hard drive, that is) id delete this one and some many many more. But I just can't fa-reeeking do it.

You see, my dear darling husband takes all my photos. Past. Present. Future. And maybe if I were good, the next life too, in heaven. And i love him. I guess, it's about time to humble brag about how awesome photographer he is. I mean, he's shooting me (with the camera of course) in manual mode even since I talked him down to shoot me (again with the camera) for this blog. He didn't have any formal training or attended any seminar. I guess having me in his life is enough inspiration to do his best. He did not say that. Am sorry. I lied with that one.

Moving on....

I mean, I have no mad posing skills, I do not have a mad-fashion-blogger sense. Geesh, I am not a fashion blogger. But he thinks I am, so I have no choice but to feed his illusion. And playing along I got him stuck with me.Poor guy.

The point is....

Here is a photo he took, weeks ago  (with a manual focus prime lens, my spirit leaving me) my dear darling husband behind the camera who happens to be holding a squirming baby boy, trying to get a clean shot of his wife playing "glamorous fashion blogger".

Oh well.

Today I forced him to stop by the port. He did not complain. He got out of the car carrying Yllac and his camera on his shoulder. He told me to jump to the sea stop walking because "I am on the perfect spot" according to him. He took a couple of shots with Yllac's little hands on the lens and half the time those little fingers found their way through Jayson's nose. 

I can't delete these photos. Too many stories. 

So listen...

...people of the internet, my husband, is the husband of my dreams!

he is my knight in shining photographerness slash electrical engineeringness in one.

That photo sums up the last 7 years of our life in silliness. And I love it. 

 

4 Years

. 

Exactly four years ago from today, we got married. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember a lot of weeping and laughing (mostly on my part). And the best perks of having your own wedding, aside from the cash of course, is that you get to make out in front of a lot of people. That's legit! Whether you prefer a smack or a little bit of church tongue, people won't mind, in fact people want to see a lot of kissing action. While i only remember the kisses and the crying and laughing I distinctly remember that night before my wedding, I just couldn't sleep, I was nervous. Nervous about the whole thing and basically our lives together, being just the two of us from then on. Then it suddenly hit me, all my worries disappeared and my thoughts came back to Jayson. Feels like, all the power of the universe sided on my future on the day he was born. God loves me. He gave me my rock. He let our paths crossed far too many times, then we became friends, we fell in love and got married and lived happily ever after at least twice or trice a week. Can't complain. And until now I still like him. This morning while I was still sleeping he and Yllac drove away to get my surprise. He came back, woke me up and brought tears to my eyes. That's why i like him. That's why i love LOVE him. 

Ready To Date Again

Jayson and I performing some magic trick (will make the tokwa't baboy disappear) last summer of 2009 at Choco-Late De Batirol in Baguio. Those were the times.....

I miss dating. I love Yllac but I miss the romance, the surprise, the fun, the undivided attention. Hello eating alone while husband chase Yllac in between coffee tables and sometimes in between dating young couples, or me, diaper changing and feeding a constantly hungry baby. We miss just the two of us. I mean, I never thought that marriage can be a lot of work after having a baby. I thought it will be just the same. Don't get me wrong, It's fun having Yllac and he's the most beautiful result of our relationship, our love, our marriage. But having a little one takes all your focus on the baby. And sometimes you tend to forget that the person you married would like to have some special time alone - with YOU. And that person would like to go on a real date. And I think dating this time around would be so much easy, no pressure. Why? 

Because.....

...the person I am going to date doesn't care how much i spend (or not spend) or how well i dress. He's used to me and loves me anyway.

...has seen me at my very worst and loves me anyway. (especially in the morning)

...he doesn't need to be impressed because he loves me already.

...he already knows am smart but doesn't know a lot really, but loves me anyway.

....he knows that I don't order food I can't read and if i can't read what's on the menu of a fancy spaghetti restaurant, he knows Ill just order Spaghetti with meatballs, lots of cheese, extra garlic bread and big glass of coke. And ice cream at the end of the meal would be great, aaaaand loves me anyway.

...he already knows that I am sort of witty, interesting, talkative, accommodating, well-balanced, well maybe not all at the same time but loves me anyway.

...he already knows that I am a mother. That I have a kid. With him. Of course. c",) aaaand loves me anyway.

I mean, wow! who wouldn't want to date this guy? This guy is my husband, my mate for life. This guy that spoke a tear-jerking marriage vow to me years ago (April 25, 2008) and i believe he still wants to keep them. This guy has lived with me through ups and downs, through job success and loss, through joy and sorrows, through thin and thick (physically) and for the last two years, through my grumpy pregnancy mood, through diapers and sleepless nights. This guy knows me inside out. This guy loves me. 

So we've been making plans since Yllac turned one last December. I know it will be hard on our first date alone and miss Yllac on the first five minutes of it, but we have to do this. Our dates needs tuning-up. And we need to find a good sitter pronto.

Just So You Know, I am Yours To Keep 4ever

There are nights I just couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning and staring up the ceiling bores me to death. It's not about the coffee i took three hours before bedtime. Am sure bout that. It's those thoughts that boggles my mind. I sometimes worry. But all those worries disappear soon as my cold feet felt my husband's warm foot. It never fails to calm me down. If there's only one thing that scares me now is the thought of what if i never met my husband, what if we didn't get married? My life has no Yllac for sure. I am unloved, restless and no home, and miserable and angry. And last night that thought shook my very core once again. Every little bump and hiccup and struggle suddenly didn't bother me anymore because i know, my man and i will always figure everything out. With him, we always figure out. With him, i love my life just the way it is. 

So every time some dark thoughts begin to over power me, all i need to do is to feel his foot. His warmth is God's way of saying you don't need to worry, or for a more understandable phrase for a dummy like me : shut up girl, i gave him to you didn't I? I am sure that God made his point to me very clear when Jayson first messaged me back in the summer of 2004, back in the day to a book sale trip we made, back in the day when we became friends, back in the day when we start to like and fall in love and talk for 26 hours a day, back in the day when we first kissed, when we can't stand the day not seeing each other anymore, back in the day we got married... that's a clear message that i will never be alone for the rest of my life. So worry not, I have Jayson. And he have me too. Forever and ever.

Hey Husband!

Wanna elope? My treat.

love, Maria Wrestlemania

ps, i love you love you love you love you love you.

He Makes Me Happy. No Kidding

Before I sleep I just wanna remember some of the things my husband said for the last couple of days that either made me laugh and doubt his sanity and double doubt my decision why I married him.

okay not in particular order:

• He kept on asking me, more like begging me to change the name of Shoe Etiquette to Shoopalicious or Shoolahlah.
• Earlier tonight I heard him talking to Yllac with all seriousness, complaining how Yllac is depriving him of sleep, that he's getting uglier, in his own words "ampanget na ni daddy, kamukha nya na si Aljur."
• Sometimes he'd look himself at the mirror and ask me bench body na ba ako?
• He's threatening me that he'll get rich one day and will never tell me.
  
• a couple of days ago, while driving he was suddenly struck by this brilliant idea and murmured, how to lose weight in 30 seconds. - to beat all weight loss programs imaginable. He's planning on scamming the world.
  

I have no words. Spark is still there, more like electricity. For dumb and dumber-er i love him.I guess he's still the same man I married, he's gotten worse over the years. In a good kind of worse.

Goodnight friends.

Happy Dad

He's at his happiest. I can tell. Every single night before going to sleep, he never fails to say repeatedly 'yey may baby na tayo!'. He is a happy Dad. Yllac loves him. And I love him.

How To Blog With A Baby

YUP! still blogging, only now with a baby on our hips. It's not as easy as before obviously, but this is a part of our life we love doing and we'll continue to do for as long as we can. Crazy I know, but Yllac doesn't seem to mind tagging along. I think he actually likes it.

Pinkie Promise?

Yesterday, we went out on a little fancy dinner. Husband made a reservation which unknown to me. The original plan was to take the baby boy with us. Eat on a baby-friendly diner, walk on the beach, do a little grocery shopping and buy lots of ice cream and popcorn. But later on the afternoon baby boy went to sleep for hours. Husband changed into something more formal and said, let's go now, just us. So I said, okay, then let's go. No, you have to wear something nice, and stop borrowing my t-shirts and wear heels, he said. I think I just heard my wife talk to me. So I wore this.

While we were driving, it finally got to me that we've been married for three years. Sharing almost everything for more than three years and he's been taking my pictures on and off blogging for more than three years. So i had to ask him does he ever get tired of it, - him taking my pictures? 'Do you ever get tired of shitting every single morning? It's the best feeling ever!', he said. Well, I shouldn't have asked.

Dress worn as top: SM Dept. Store
skirt: thrift
boots: gift

Mop and Mow

Dear Husband,

Four years ago we actually thought we were the coolest, hippest of people. Four years later, we've made baby, rushed that baby to the hospital, we got fat, became boring and responsible people. And top of all that, I've developed a habit of re-heating my one day old starbucks latte to save money and save mother Earth. 

I promised you i will never change. But now that i did, thank you for liking me still.

I asked you long before we exchanged I love yous what you liked about me. You said that I am not like other girls - You liked that I don't cry. Never at movies, never at funerals, never at weddings and birthdays, never when we fight and I never ever cried to win an argument with you. Since I don't cry,  you think that am a great catch slash presentable but you almost doubt  my love for you and grossly think I am only after your monthly income. And then you knocked me up and all i ever do since then is cry. Thank God there is no divorce in the Philippines. Thank God you cannot divorce me for the grounds of too much crying. Thank you for being the great interpreter between me and my parents the day after I gave birth when all i can blurt out are sobs, tears and  mucus. Thank you for you are tough. Thank you for your hugs and kisses especially the time we were fixing Yllac's hospital bag and i showed you his left over new born diapers, i just cried. Couldn't even finish what am about to say.

Id like to think we haven't changed. That we're still cool. Still hip and ten pounds thinner. 

You said that I don't love you the way you do because I never cried once, even on our biggest fights. Oh yes I do. Think of all the crying am doing now, that's how much I love you. 

love,

denishabeybeh

ps,

i want you to know i love you still even though i really really hate that necklace of yours.

Here's Looking At You Kids

rediscovered a bunch of old photos today. 6 years ago, before the mortgage payment, bills to pay every month, before diaper changing and cleaning dog poop everyday. Before getting married and actually cooking meals at home. Before grocery shopping and making budget plans for the whole month. And before Yllac, we were just a bunch of kids not wanting to go back on our own homes, not wanting to say goodbye or even goodnight to each other. Sometimes 6 years just feels like a week ago. I still miss him each time he goes to work. I still hate it when he has to work at nights. I still have butterflies in my stomach whenever i smell his cologne. I love his jokes, (were they really jokes, or he's dead serious?)and the way he talks about how his day went. I love his skype messages (some are really really dumb to be honest) and his song choices for lullaby (like, Natutulog Ba Ang Diyos). He's a good husband and a great dad. I love how those six years changed him. Not big changes, just little things like we should write down the things we should buy for home the next time we grocery shop. Because we're old now and keep forgetting everything. Between the two of us, he's the more mature. He's two months older than me and he's good at math and he can drive.

But sometimes marriage is hard.

You have to be willing to compromise.

Like what food to cook for dinner becomes a source of debate. Should we drink coke today, or wait for another week to coke-over dose again? Sometimes i hate him when he doesn't wake me up, just because he's a freak that loves to stare at sleeping people and we'll be late on our not-so-important appointments. I don't like it when he's racing against me to picking up Yllac when he's about to wake up. Last week we fought because i said ill be on a diet, so we called McDonalds.  He ordered big mac for himself and chicken nuggets for me, but as soon as the food was delivered I ate his burger and I was never forgiven. I know he hates it when i shop for him and I won't buy not a thing for me. He's guilty that way and I feel like I am the best wife in the world. 

anyway, in spite of all that we love each other six times more. 

husband???? 

are you there?

I want my hot mulawin tonight. We'll eat it with butter, not peanut butter. Please, let's not argue about that.

ps,

Come home right away. It is 11:20pm and I haven't had a decent coffee today. You know how much i love it when you make my cup.