Our 10th Year Anniversary
Dear Johann,
Good morning! Done now with your work? You should have gone to sleep.
Its 12:13 midnight, kids are asleep. I just woke up. We were all down on the couch a while ago, I even had a long nap earlier. Now can’t join them and here I am writing you.
So ‘kulit’ but, happy anniversary again. Looking forward for the coming hundred years. I still want another wedding though, hope to have it on our 50th anniv. But, our pictures on that day will not suit friendsters anymore, it will scare people. Old, gray and kulubot .
My writings might be boring you all these years but I’ll keep on writing you anyway. Like what F. Cimatu said on why he writes, "its my form of seducing".
Do you remember when we first met. You were looking at me with your ’suplado’ effect and I was with my black gray checkered polo, gray pants and black boots. My get-up for the love of horse back riding that brought us together. Manong Matias’ pride of introducing us gives him the feeling of, "I’m the best Pony Boy".
I can’t forget the Midland Courier you brought on our first group date where there’s this article about you winning a tournament of Karate held in Bontoc. You came like you just picked up the paper somewhere else when your real intention was to impress me.
Then our first real date, just us. No more ’sabit’ friends. I changed my clothes a million times. I have to look my best, my chance or no more second one. Then there you were with your jeans and white shirt. You smelled yummy, I remember its CK ONE. You were holding a bunch of flowers and we took it to Manang Eva’s Canteen. Ate Chona was
jealous, the flowers were from Mums And Roses. We attended our first mass at SLP then went to Wright Park. The first time we showed the boys we’re dating. Then Aladin said (with that face he is known of), "Ahah, tawag-tawag a. Ah-a!".
I knew I’ll spent the rest of my life with you when I went to fetch you at the Airport in Davao City. We were both crying when we saw each other. You sold your only treasure - your horse’s number in Pacdal for your fare . You followed to win me back. That impressed my Auntie Gloria and convinced me, "Hwag mo nang pakawalan!". Then you went back home to Baguio and after a week, it was my turn to follow you. Daddy knew he’ll give away her first daughter upon seeing me in my pajamas one morning when he thought I was still in Davao. I didn’t wake them up when I came home late that night.
Oh well, lots of first. Now, there’s our 2 precious boys, tucked in bed giving me my time to write. There’s more to remember, lovely memories and its all in my heart. These are my collections on why I love and will love you still. I thank you for giving it to me.
See you when I wake up with that kiss and that morning breath.
I love you Papa!
Your Wife,
Lovelyn
