This is one of the reasons why I love you.
8 more days of waiting…
Patience…a trait that some people say I have already ingrained in my system. Something that other people wish they had.
But today it felt weird knowing that I am impatiently counting down the days waiting for someone to go back home. So much so that I’ve literally started marking my calendar to be visual about it.
10 more days of waiting…but it feels like I’ve been counting down forever.
Weird but true.
Today I am feeling and having a different kind of separation anxiety.
As I looked back at my life events this week, it seemed like everything came together so as to emotionally prepare myself for the next 12 days. I got sick, needed all the bed rest I could get and spent the time that I needed to psych myself to something that will be new to me.
The expectations were already there because I knew beforehand that times like this would come mainly because it’s work. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon.
This was a memorable and amazing weekend but it left a tiny pinch in my heart for the reason being that I didn’t want to let go and yet I had to.
I have a lot of thoughts – silly and otherwise – that are racing through my head right now. At the end of the day, all I can say is that I am hopeful that things will remain the same and maybe even better after this.
And this will be the longest 12 days of my life.
For whatever strange reason there was…after almost a year of not being down with anything, here I am, confined to the four walls of my room, tinkering with my phone, waiting for the rains to end and under medication.
I have been indisposed for 3 days already and I was hoping I could go back right away tomorrow. But then again, someone told me to heed the doctor’s orders and rest. So rest is what I’ll be doing then.
Hopefully, I will be on my way to full recovery after this.
Words won’t be enough to express how touched I was with everything that you did for me. I was too numbed to be emotional but if only I wasn’t, you probably could have seen me cry buckets.
I can never thank you enough for showing me how important I am in your life. And I feel so blessed to have you in mine.
I can only be grateful for being with my family, especially with my Dad, on this special day. As always, we indulged in food and conversations that probably only our family could carry.
For such a lame reason, I forgot to take pictures of what was supposed to be a nice celebration. That’s one “duh moment” from me there!
Anyway, with or without pictures, what’s important is that we saw our Dad smile and laugh and he was happy that he got to spend his special day with some of his kids and grandkids who are nearby.
Happy Father’s Day, Pa! Thank you for everything! Thank you for being the best Dad in the world!
… for those coffee nights that I wished never ended
… for movie dates that ticked you off somehow because I normally take that chance to catch some snooze time (and I keep on denying it…hehehe)
… for dinner dates when we couldn’t decide where to go and what to have
… for moments and conversations along that favorite hangout of yours (that has already become my favorite spot too)
… for weekends that I wouldn’t ever want to have an end
… for making me your favorite wi-fi hotspot
… for all the things that you have done for me
… for all the quirks that define the real you
… for all the silly things that you do
… for all the sweet traits that you have
… for all the love you’ve been giving and showing me
A quarter together and looking forward to more with you.