Yesterday was our SixNineteen wedding anniversary. For the first time in 13 years, we spent the entire day cleaning, me with a vacuum and him with a carpet washer. Me compiling bags of trash and him taking it out to the dumpster. We tag teamed carrying heavy furniture and heavy boxes. He shredded two huge bags of bills while I went through piles of the girls’ artwork, school work, and pictures. We even skipped our anniversary dinner yesterday and fell asleep after watching The Bachelorette. I was wobbly walking upstairs, so he carried a sleeping Elle in his arms to bed. After 13 years, we are still growing to walk in step with each other, complimenting one another as equal partners, although sometimes very different in our natures. After 13 years, I can honestly say holding his hand through it, praying together through the hard times, laughing like kids in the silliness of little things, and working to support and love each other has made life so [email protected] tokoshie ni.
Happy Father’s Day to my husband who is such a loving and giving dad to our girls. Every day, at the sound of the door handle jiggling, the girls would stampede, running quickly and loudly down the stairs , excited to greet Perze from a long day at work. They would grab his hand for a blessing as their voices would compete with each other to see who would get those share their day’s news. And all you’d hear is countless cries for “Tatay! Tatay!” Every day, I would witness these overlooked daily reunions, and I realize how his presence creates such an excitement in them. How you are loved, Perze. Thank you for who you are; we are the more for it. We love you more than bacon. Happy Father’s Day to my dad, who used to wake up extra early to go to work every day and have time to cook us breakfasts that came with rice and coffee ??. When I was in high school, I remember looking forward to a Filipino breakfast and coffee made by my dad, urging us that our education relied on a full stomach. Surely enough, those breakfasts also usually slowed […]