When I was in high
school, unknown to my classmates (I thought), I was so crazy with crushes. I cry like a crazy cow (as if I know how cows
cry hahaha) over some crushes that did not know I existed. I
would toss in bed at night thinking of their faces and I would end up sleeping
late waking like zombie in the morning so drained and tired of my imaginary
“exercises” …este… fantasies the night
before.
What is my
point? I looked back with all those
times when my heart was still innocent and young and I never had anyone to tell
me about true love. I only had my heart
to rely on. Good thing my strict father
was… strict (hahahha). And I saw how he
got to tame the older ones in the family…the best he could (well he was not
there all the time by their side and some of my older siblings could sneak and
fool around a little wheheheh).
I was afraid to get
involved even those fantasies of having even just one good man with me. My best bout for defense was to stay out of
men’s life …but I got to notice that I steal glances at times to see if there are
any hmmmm … striking ones
(nyahahahhah).
I thought I could
join the convent though…. one of those sisters / nuns that live really single
for life…for the Lord. I did mention in
my previous blogs that I joined several search
ins ( a religious congregation’s initiative to finding prospective
candidates). Seriously, I really thought I could be one. Oh beauty of all beauties.
I did try to visualize myself wearing veil and a “habit” (dress they
wear on a daily basis).
But in one of those
'soulful' encounters and search for the self, I could not deny the desire to be
with a man. To get married and raise
Godly children. I thought if I could find a man that has the same vision as I
have, the “crazy” defense of joining the convent would change its route.
Finding Mike, my
husband did that big twist more than 10 years ago. I was so head over heels in “crush” (hahhaha too early that time to define as
love) with him. The problem I had that
time though was that he was so silent
that I had a hard time relating. In my
innocent moves, I initiated dramas of borrowing books, visited his sister at the
apartment for our group studies and most of the time, he was our driver when I
and his sister had to go somewhere else ( hahaha great sister).
Hhmmmm I am not
ashamed to admit that I was into him first.
He had his own moments too when he got to notice how different I was
with the women he knew (friends only… I was his first girlfriend too….hmmmm with my
long hair hahahhah).
Do you want me to
enumerate the list why I was different?
(I can see your nod hahahhaa ).
No need of that. When you read my
writings, you will slowly know me (just similar to what my husband found out). But I would love to enumerate in here the traits... hhmmm the
kind of my husband that I have....
1.
He is a prayerful man and leads our family
prayer time
2.
He is my partner with everything in
the house (practically all the chores including washing my clothes now that I
am pregnant)
3.
He discusses everything with me (
and I get to respect him when he excludes some of the confidential matters of
his own family) such as money, values, feelings, priorities, raising children,
his views about everything, jokes, how he sees me…etc.)
4.
He is not stingy with his “I love
you and our future baby”
5.
He makes me feel that he is proud of
me even with my bulging tummy with my baby(hahahhah)
6.
Walks me every morning around the
subdivision where we have our moments to discuss many things about us
7.
He provides the family well and is
really good at budgeting and documenting purchases (oh I learned so much from
him)
8.
His TOP PRIORITY is clear …
FAMILY …
9.
Though he has time with his friends…
I never get to see him overdoing it
….NEVER…
10. I never run out of vitamins and small
“lectures” of taking care of my health for our baby inside my tummy (heheh)
11. He
is sensitive when discussions are hot and I get irritated with the sound of his
voice and he just knows how to stop himself ( I really saw him consciously
holding his breath and …just stopped and looked at my face…hehe I get to stop
too).
12. I never get to worry about where he is…I get a
lot of updates (though there were times when his old phone just gets to lose
the charge and just turned off) from him.
13. He
is a very credible man. He talks and he
does it.
14. He
gets so excited with a lot of things …but when he decides... he chooses the
simplest, most basic, healthy, etc. for
us ( I do like that).
15. He
is no fake. He does not show off or buy
things on credit (I did learn to give up all my credit cards). He is an advocate to “If I cannot afford it
now, I will wait, save for it and purchase later” (so opposite of me …I was an
impulsive buyer)
16. He is a strong advocate to saving up for the
future (oh thank you God for my husband)
Why did I decide to run this article?
To close this
rather long article… After lunch today (July 2, 2012) with my dear husband and as I busied my
eyes looking at him while he prepared to leave the house. I just told him in one of those really
“unguarded” moments but filled with awe with the kind of man he is… ”HON …. YOU ARE A GOOD MAN”… And he asked…”Why did you say that?” (I
did not want to answer him with such long lecture of what I found out knowing
that he was about to leave the house). I
just teased him “don’t ask me… you know
why” and we both giggled. He then
mentioned “someone told me the same, too”. And I know by heart his family knows him, too
as that.
What more can I say
but to THANK THE LORD for the grace given to me when He led me to the right man
– my husband. Hey... don’t get me wrong
…Mike is not perfect but I feel at this time and in my life’s circumstance that
God led me to my “perfect match”. And do
you know that I whispered to my baby in my tummy one time “you will have a good father when you come out” (hahahhahahha that one led me to tears ha)?
That would be the
first gift that our baby would have when she comes out (aside from hhmmm having me as her mom :-) ...)
P.S. I should have written this for father’s
day. He was somewhere else that time and
I was alone. He did give me a call and
told me “why did you not greet me Happy Father’s Day hon”… Ouch …strike one
hahahahha and I enumerated my reasons which he did not believe….wheheheheh so
sorry my honeybear hhehehe
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