I fell in love with her 9 times

I fell in love with her the first time I laid eyes on her.  Beautiful and, yet, simple.  Quiet, but confident.  She always had good balance from the very beginning.  The way she wore her hair and moved her body with precision was mesmerizing.  And she got even more attractive when she opened her mouth to speak.  She was flirtatious in her own sweet way. 

I fell in love with her the second time, when she brought newspaper for the elderly at the nursing home.  That random act of kindness truly touched my heart.   I later realized that this was only an extension of her love for family.  She cherished and held on to her own roots.  She respected and embraced mine.  And have given nothing but her best for our very own. 

I fell in love with her the third time on our first date.  It was wrong at the time for I already belonged to someone else.  But I knew early on that she was God’s ONE gift for me and that I had to claim it.  There was nothing more magical than my first moments with her.  From our first night under the stars, to many love notes disguised as Hershey kisses labels.  And, finally, on that day her nose twitched when I said  I wanted to be with her. I knew that the spell was casted. 

 I fell in love with her the fourth time when we first had a long heart to heart about our past, present and future actions and expectations.  When we shared our strengths and weaknesses.  It was an awkward moment that needed to happen.  And with her initiative, it ended up being easy.  Right there and right then, I knew that we could trust each other and that our secrets would be safe and that she would accept me for who I am.

 I fell in love with her the fifth time on our wedding day.  It wasn’t the ceremony or anything fancy that came with it.  It was the fact that we both worked so hard to make it happen.   From the planning, decorating, running errands, ushering, etc., she and I did most of it up to the last minute.  And that is how we always have been.  We have always been effective teammates.  We are at our best when we are working together side by side.  And when she kissed my hand after putting that ring on my finger, she made my heart melt and butterflies fly from my insides. There was no mistaking that she is THE ONE.

 I fell in love with her the sixth time when she bore our first child.  That first pregnancy was most eventful and stressful.  From getting all kinds of gestational illnesses, to getting kicked out of the immigration office after a long trip to the Philippines.  And when it was time to deliver, the baby still didn’t want to come.  Eventually, with a husband and a wife, and now a baby, Elijah completed my dream…a family.

 I fell in love with her the seventh time when she bore our second child.  And why is it that she’s always in the least ideal situations when pregnant?  This time, she was busy playing soldier and getting moved from one place to the other.  Mino, unlike his quiet brother, arrived in Ft. Lewis screaming.  And as it would turn out, Elijah and Mino are opposites.  Elijah being the nerdy one like me, and Mino, the fearless action hero that she is.  And much like she and I, they complement each other.

 I fell in love with her the eighth time when she was deployed overseas.  It was the darkest of our times.  But, ironically, it was also the time when I really felt her nurturing motherly bond with our children.  With so little time and so far of a distance, there was no better mother than her.  And through all the storms, together we found ourselves as ONE again.

 I fell in love with her the ninth time last year when she took me to a concert featuring Lea Salonga, my all-time favorite Filipino female celebrity. What is this “white girl” doing in a Filipino concert with her man to see a woman?  Well, she and I were there because of the very reason why I love her best; she has always supported me as a whole.  She embraced the physical, the mental (no pun intended), the emotional, the spiritual, and the cultural me. 

Truly, 9 is not enough to list the many ways and many times I fall in love with her.  But as we celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary, I reminisce of these 9 highlights of my almost eleven years of being with Dawn, my ONE true love.  Then again, these 9 could have been my “9 lives.”  And if I don’t do well on this anniversary, she might make this one my last.

Happy Anniversary, Honey.  I love you more than cheese, my dear  *muah*  

 

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Originally posted yesterday on my Facebook.  And, unfortunately, I will be doing more of my postings on Facebook since I find it more convinient to do it there.  I will post and hop here on WordPress from time to time.    And to all my Worpress readers and fellow bloggers, thank you for your comments, support, and friendship.

  

Published in: on September 22, 2010 at 10:40 am  Comments (21)  
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Love makes sense

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,but have not love, I gain nothing.

My father is not a risk taker.    He does not gamble.  He does not take a loan.  He does not take on any adventure that might present any type of risk.  He was overly protective that he didn’t let me ride bicycles in the street or let me near water without an adult. He was so protective that he didn’t even let me go to a prestigious high school on a scholarship because he thought that it was too far away from home.  He is not a risk taker—and so he claims.

My father was seventeen when he met my mother while she was with her auntie in Manila for a summer vacation.  She was fourteen years old.  To make a long story short, they became romantically involved and she got pregnant.  My mother’s parents were so upset of her getting involved with a boy from Tondo, let alone getting pregnant at such a young age, that they immediately sent her back home to Davao without his knowledge.  Not really knowing where he was going or how he was going to do it, this young man who lived through the struggles of WWII, decided to pursue his love and their child.

My father said that he jumped from one ship to another with barely any money.  He had to hide from the ship’s crew a lot, he said, because he could not afford the fare.  He said that he saw unimaginable cultures throughout his journey that he even claimed of seeing people with “tails.”  There were no internet, no phones, and no maps at that time.  Davao was basically a jungle without streets.  But he eventually found her and his daughter who didn’t understand his dialect.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.

My father was very much disliked by my mother’s family.  He said that her mother would even hit him with a stick and threatened to have him beaten to death.  But they eventually let him stay and had him prove himself worthy by being a servant for months.  He said he had to fetch water from the other side of the hill and cut wood every day.  He said that my mother’s sisters would laugh at him because he wasn’t very graceful.  Through all the hardships and ridicule, my father never gave up. In the end, he was allowed to take my mother and my oldest sister back to Manila with their blessings. 

My father and my mother had eight children and occasionally adopted a few more along the way with very minimal money.   They also never failed to help their other relatives and the community financially, physically, emotionally, or spiritually.  And this altruistic love continued when they decided to take another risk by going to the states only to be able share more love. 

My father is now 78.  I’m 36.  This is the 10th Valentine’s Day that I am sharing with the love of my life, my most daring wife.  I am not a risk taker.  I do not like to gamble financially, physically, professionally, ethically, or emotionally.   But when I met her, I knew that she was God’s ONE GIFT for me.  I was not proud of betraying another woman, but the thought of not being with “THE ONE” would be so much more regretful.  She is, and always will be, worth the risk.

Unlike my father, I didn’t have to travel far far away in search of that one princess.  I was sent far far away to meet, by chance, my one true love.  And, much like with my father and mother, I believe that we were brought together by destiny.

 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Now that we have children of our own, we hope to teach them to love not what looks good on the outside, but love what feels good in the inside.  We wish to be good examples by showing the value of love through respect and kindness to self, family, friends, community, country, nature, and the Creator. And may they find many other intrinsic ways to express LOVE.

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THE STORY OF MY HEART

by Mrs. Nonsense

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO MY ONE AND ONLY. 

I LOVE YOU, HONEY.

P.S.  I don’t want anymore kids.

*Click on pictures for  videos. Related posts: At-home on Valentines, Our First Date, September 22nd

Published in: on February 13, 2010 at 1:03 am  Comments (243)  
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