During Santiago's cremation, my mom whispered to him: "Santiago, please help your Tito Jun and Tita Chie have a baby."
A month after, I learned I'm pregnant.
We love you, Santiago. Thank you.
And because I've always believed in not making "work" your "world", I have decided that, before the year ends, I shall:
Although the greatest challenge would be some of my new projects at work and some other stuff for the Paddle-side, I vow to do all those in the list.
Busy, busy! I like!
Image taken from here.
Oftentimes, just when I am about to go into a deep slumber, I open my eyes a bit and I see you sleeping soundly beside me. Suddenly--despite all the arguments that day brought us--in the haze between my sleep and my dreams, I try to remember whether I've told you today that I love you. And just to be sure, I hug you and whisper my sleep-induced words of "I love you".
You probably don't remember it anymore when you wake up. But just so you know, in that haze between your sleep and dreams, you always manage to answer "I love you, too, Honie."
And that is how my day would officially end.
Should my heart not be humble, should my eyes fail to see,
Should my feet sometimes stumble on the way, stay with me.
Like the lamb that in springtime wanders far from fold,
Comes the darkness and the frost, I get lost, I grow cold.
I grow cold, I grow weary, and I know I have sinned,
And I go seeking shelter and I cry in the wind,
And though I grope and I blunder and I kneel and I'm wrong,
Though the rose buckles under where I walk, walk along
Till I find to my wonder every task least to see,
Or that I can do it, pray, stay with me.
Stay with me.
- Main theme from The Cardinal