HAPPY 11TH YEAR TWELVESIXTEEN!! 

Oh, the footsteps we left behind leading to this. Looking back with fondness, but savoring every second of the present, knowing you’ll be holding my hand and heart for every tomorrow. I can’t believe we’re at our eleventh year, with three beautiful and brilliant girls tugging at our sides, melodiously calling us tatay and mamam. We didn’t start out with much, but we moved in faith. 

Thank you for always being by my side cheering me on, holding me accountable, accepting me (even in my dark side). I love you with immeasurable fervor.