Zem, years 1-7 Dear Emma, It’s getting to a point where it seems difficult to remember how much you have grown ever since you were entrusted to us by God. I had to dig into our archives to even see how much you have grown, changed and matured through the years. Last year alone, you made your way into the 2nd grade, started learning violin and became an older sister the second time around. You have been a very good “ate” to your sisters and I’ve really seen you understand those responsibilities of what it’s like to be the eldest in the family. You are starting to develop your love for reading and writing and I hope that doesn’t stop. This year, we’ve seen your heart for those who are less fortunate than you and I really appreciate you for that. Em, I want you to remember that as long as you find refuge in Him, He will bless you all the days of your life. I love you anak. Thank you for being my daughter. Your Tatay.
Today, I’ve been married for nine years. Through those nine years, I’ve had four different jobs, four different addresses, three kids, one operation; I can go on forever. But despite those changes, there are a couple of things that I know have remained the same. First, I know that my love for her is there and is stronger than what it was before. Second, I still feel a sense of emptiness when she is not in the same room. Third, I still tell her how much I love her on a daily basis because I just can’t not say it and lastly she has been the reason why home is. One other thing that I’ve observed in these past nine years, is that God has never ceased to amaze me with this marriage. How He’s blessed, challenged and nurtured our relationship with each other through thick and thicker. It is my wish that as we go through the next nine years, that I be more like Christ. I wish to be a better husband, I wish I could show my wife what it really means for me to love just as how Christ intends it. For husbands, this means love […]
2012 has proven to be one of the unforgettable years. I went under the knife this year for an unexpected emergency gall bladder removal procedure. That must have been one of the scariest moments in my life. I was in too much pain that fear took a backseat since I just wanted that pain to go away. One of my best moments was when I opened my eyes after the surgery, I saw Marchesa who was very pregnant with Elle at that time, Emma and Zi, waiting for me. Elle also came to us this year. For me, this was the experience topper of them all. We didn’t know who she was and what she was going to look like. After what was a very difficult labor, she was there and memories of Emma came flooding through. The two looked so much alike, it was uncanny. This has also been a year where we saw God’s faithfulness in our families, our church, through our friendships and even my career. I look forward to tomorrow where I know there is that promise of hope. Happy new year everyone. I hope yours is just as good or perhaps even better as mine.
I don’t understand why it took me this long to write about you. Just like your older sisters you set your own timetable as to when you are coming out in this world. We had a couple of scares before that and thought you were going to come out early. To be honest with you, I really wanted you to have the same birthday as your Mom. That would have been great but you picked your own date, and that date so happens to coincide with my Alma Mater’s foundation day. Yes Elle, of all the days you had to pick, you chose September 1st. Something that will always remind me of where I’m from. Among your two older siblings, you were the biggest. It was very scary seeing your mom go through all that pain. Then you came out and you reminded me a lot of your Ate Emma. It was like looking at the past without my hair loss and hives (a different story, ask me about it will you?). Your mom can barely hold you because of exhaustion. After the doctor took you from your mom, I finally mustered enough courage to cut your umbilical cord when […]
I’ve known her for the past 10 years and have loved her for the same time frame. I’ve grown and matured with her, and dare say that I am not the person that I am without her. When I hear the phrase, “Iron sharpens Iron”, she is the Iron that sharpens me. I wish her more than the blessings I’ve gained in my lifetime. Mahal, thank you for all your sacrifices. Staying with our kids and putting a hold on your career while taking care of me and our kids is something I can’t ever think of placing a monetary value. If I do, not even the world’s treasures can cover the interest of the debt I owe you. Happy birthday. One of these days, I’ll be able to celebrate you with a birthday worthy of you.
Our second daughter, Zienne is a very verbose child. At 29 months, she can clearly express what she wants and how she feels, even better than her sister could at that age. Yesterday was somewhat of a milestone. After we came back home from trick or treating, Zienne was very proud of her loot and just wanted to enjoy it so she had a couple of candy bars and then some. Right after dinner, she asked for more candy, and that request was promptly declined due to the amount that she’s already consumed. This girl went into pout mode, mumbling something which eventually got louder up to the point where you can hear … “You don’t love me anymore”. My wife and I quizzically looked at each other and started laughing. Where does she get these things? Seriously, where does she get these things from? Because we don’t know. Crazy teenagers.
Seven years ago, We said I do. Those seven years weren’t perfect. There were challenges, heartaches, fights, uncertainties and sadness. But most importantly, there was hope, joy, happiness, understanding, patience, kindness, self-control and by God, there was love. We went into this marriage so unsure and look at us now. Blessed. All those years where we only had the most important things, each other. Then there were kids, who mirror our personalities, kids that test our limits, but in the end, they reflect how we are to each other, and that shows how much we love. I love you Marchesa Jane. I’d marry you again. Over and over again. To the next Seven years be it normal or not.