T: have you been to People's Park in Tagaytay?
N: Hmmm... Not yet. Tara (come), let's go there.
It was Saturday, the date was December 18, 2010.
We're supposed to get married that day, on a Saturday.
It was supposed to be a beach wedding.
We initially planned to go somewhere far, where we can go either by plane or a boat ride. But I chose to be a cheapskate, I decided to have a mini getaway instead.
|Braving the fog and nasty rainfall|
|Our first romantic jeepney ride together :)|
The date was a surprise. He was able to get a reservation at Chateau Hestia and specifically requested a small nook in the resto away from prying eyes. I was thinking of our plans for next year, the kids and their future, the bills that we need to pay, the ever growing needs of the family. Plus I can't eat because of the expensive menu and was really contemplating whether to cry or not due to overwhelming emotions of happiness and weariness. And because I'm not wearing a waterproof mascara, I decided not to, or else I'll end up looking like a freakin' raccoon.
Then it hit me. What we have is a marriage. A partnership.
And I realized that I've been married for almost two years now.
Best date ever. I love you so much, Tatay!
I am the most happiest when we're together.
Ring or without ring. Paper or no paper.