As I have mentioned a number of times, I didn't grow with my parents. I was with my grandparents since birth.
On my recent trip back home, Tita E and I (as always) reminisced about Daddy. We visited the cemetery and Andi was getting wet from the tears that were rolling down my face. We could never forget the times daddy used to drive us and pick us up from our respective schools. I know he's itching to get to work or tired from work but he braves the traffic in Mendiola (CEU for Tita E) and Taft Avenue (DLSU for me). Only a father's love can be that patient (sometimes I even make him wait) and daddy's not known for his patience. Thus, it all boils down to love.
I might not have been with my Papa for years but I know he's just a call away. He's someone anybody will enjoy talking to. He's so friendly that I feel that some people are taking him for granted. Only recently, during the birth of my 2 daughters, did I get to spend time with him in one roof. And, boy, was it a big adjustment? But, I am very thankful to God for giving me that opportunity. It'll melt your heart, with his limp (from his stroke) and all, how he lovingly concocts his specialties in the kitchen to satisfy our ever-hungry tummies.
The third and most important man in my life is Pre. As I have said in the past, I am very happy to have him in my life. Imagine if I end up with a creep?! I shudder just thinking about it. Pre is all the good things and more. He will bludgeon me with reminders like to make sure my collar is all starched up and nice because he thinks that will make me more respectable in the eyes of my boss' and colleagues. He makes sure that I am safe wherever I go and sends me sms just to remind me to bring my umbrella when it's raining. That's why I feel so at peace when he's around my daughters because I am sure that they will grow up loved and cared for by their Dad.
To these three men, Happy Father's Day!
On my recent trip back home, Tita E and I (as always) reminisced about Daddy. We visited the cemetery and Andi was getting wet from the tears that were rolling down my face. We could never forget the times daddy used to drive us and pick us up from our respective schools. I know he's itching to get to work or tired from work but he braves the traffic in Mendiola (CEU for Tita E) and Taft Avenue (DLSU for me). Only a father's love can be that patient (sometimes I even make him wait) and daddy's not known for his patience. Thus, it all boils down to love.
I might not have been with my Papa for years but I know he's just a call away. He's someone anybody will enjoy talking to. He's so friendly that I feel that some people are taking him for granted. Only recently, during the birth of my 2 daughters, did I get to spend time with him in one roof. And, boy, was it a big adjustment? But, I am very thankful to God for giving me that opportunity. It'll melt your heart, with his limp (from his stroke) and all, how he lovingly concocts his specialties in the kitchen to satisfy our ever-hungry tummies.
The third and most important man in my life is Pre. As I have said in the past, I am very happy to have him in my life. Imagine if I end up with a creep?! I shudder just thinking about it. Pre is all the good things and more. He will bludgeon me with reminders like to make sure my collar is all starched up and nice because he thinks that will make me more respectable in the eyes of my boss' and colleagues. He makes sure that I am safe wherever I go and sends me sms just to remind me to bring my umbrella when it's raining. That's why I feel so at peace when he's around my daughters because I am sure that they will grow up loved and cared for by their Dad.
To these three men, Happy Father's Day!
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