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Day 30: Home is wherever I’m with you

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30/30: Anything goes! After almost two months, this 30-day project has finally come to an end. And although it took me double the time to finish this one, the fulfillment is still the same as (if not greater than) the first time I did it.

And so our fairy tale wedding was over. It’s going to be the quickest day of your life, one of our Ninongs said. And he was right. We said goodbye to single life, boxed up my gown and his coat, went off to a quiet honeymoon just within the city (we reserved the out-of-town getaway for later), and the spotlight started moving slowly away from us, leaving us in our own little world.

Coming back from our honeymoon, we spent the rest of the week moving into our humble apartment, which soon became our very first home. Home. I just love the sound of that. 

Moving in is actually not a new thing for me. I’ve been apartment-hopping for years and I’ve had this love-hate relationship with packing and unpacking for as long as I can remember. But this time.. this time, it’s different. This time, I have someone carrying and unpacking boxes with me. This time, I’m not alone anymore.

Blue. Lots of blue. But of course we had to take our wedding motif home. (:

I absolutely enjoyed this time of our life together—cleaning up, unpacking our stuff, shopping at home depots, moving furniture around, making our own house rules, and seeing everything come together and fall into place. It’s a tedious task, but seeing the result of our hardwork was truly worth it all.

Now, coming home and spending time at home are my favorite times of day. Although our apartment was trespassed a few weeks ago and our most priced material possessions were stolen, nothing could take away the warmth and the love that our home is made of. The fact remains true, that God did not only bless us with a beautiful wedding, He also blessed us with a beautiful home. (:

So.. before I give in to the temptation of ending this with “and they lived happily ever after” (No? Too late?), allow me to sign this project off by sending some link love to our awesome wedding suppliers:

30-day Challenge, Round 2, over and out! (:

Day 18: Hello, I’m still swooning

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18/30: Smile. I love it when he raises his eyebrows like that. (:

I’ve been spending a lot of idle time with David since Boracay, with me still in sick bay and needing time off work to rest. It’s weird how easily I get tired lately. And then there’s my backlog at work, the result of a couple of days’ absence. Just the thought of them makes me want to crawl back to bed.

I’d consider it a gift though, this time of rest. Maybe God is telling me to slow down, to recharge my batteries and be ready to work double-time. Either way, I’m thankful for being forced to take a breather. And I’m thankful to have David at a time like this.

Sometimes I would find myself staring at him, smiling and needing to catch my breath. The thought that this is the man I’m spending all the days of my life with still overwhelms me in a way I can’t explain, I sometimes wonder if it’s just part of the “honeymoon stage” or if it’s a permanent thing. I really don’t mind the permanence. I could really get used to swooning over one man forever.

Day 17: That swanky, forever-bound limo ride

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17/30: Technology. This is the closest thing I have to technology: Mae‘s Samsung point-and-shoot in my hands, and this vintage limousine that took us to the wedding venue.

Marvin, our videographer (have I told you guys he’s awesome?), and Sheila, were in this ride with us. There were just too many things happening inside that limousine in our short trip from Viviere Hotel to Fernbrook Gardens. I remember cramming my wedding vows, and spacing out a lot, and fidgeting a lot, and smiling a lot, and hugging my Mom a lot. I didn’t have a lot of photos in that limousine but I do remember being fully aware that it was the pumpkin carriage that was taking me to my new life with David.

Speed-posting on the second half of these 30-days. 13 more days left.

Three beautiful things, Boracay edition

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So I went off to Boracay with the husband over the weekend and literally got the Boracay *fever*. We only spent 3 days there and we packed our itenerary with so much activities that the fatigue got the best of me.

Even worse, our flight back to Manila got delayed for 6 hours and I came home with a high fever and a really bad cough. I haven’t fully recovered just yet. The last stretch of the trip was horrible, but the rest of the time there was a dream!

1. Endless, endless waters and skies.

I could lie on my back all day just staring where the water meets the sky. You get that shrinking feeling inside, like the universe suddenly zooming out on you and you feel like a mere speck in this vast space, which you are, and for one moment there you feel insignificant. The next moment someone holds your hand and you zoom back to the shore where you lie, and you know that to that person holding your hand, you are important. And then you’re reminded that the Creator of all these beautiful things around you loves you even more, and He’s mindful of you in a very unique and special way. And joy just starts to well up inside of you and sigh, that just made me tear up writing that paragraph.

2. Foodtrips and walkathons.

Actually, even more than island-hopping, swimming and snorkling! In one of our walks, we found this isaw stand somewhere in Station 1, and boy, was it the best-tasting isaw we ever had! (Isaw is large intestines on a stick.) Dare I say, even better than Mang Larry’s Isaw in UP Diliman! I think this was the highlight of David’s trip.

3. In sickness and in health.

So I came home sick, and I had to take another day off work, but David is doing quite an awesome job taking care of me. A line from the traditional wedding vows runs through my head, “for better and for worse, in sickness and in health.” This past week, I learn, is what it means.

Day 13: Kisses, G-tech pen, and looking forward to the weekend

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13/30: A Kiss. This 30-day Challenge is becoming more and more keso, I know. Half-way through it now, almost! Also, hitting two birds with one stone post.

Dear Lord, I went to this wedding and they kissed in church. Is that ok? ~Neil, 8 yrs old. Haha.

1. It’s been an uphill but steady ride since that first kiss as husband and wife, each day giving us reasons to believe that in spite of everything people warned us about it, God’s design of marriage is truly beautiful and definitely worth all the challenges it comes with. My most favorite time of day, if I were to choose just one, would have to be that fleeting moment after saying our prayer and before drifting off to sleep. Half-conscious, half-asleep, we would let go of all the concerns of the day, say good night, give each other a kiss, and find rest in knowing that we’re right where we’re supposed to be.

2. I lost my old, almost empty G-tech pen last Sunday and I was really bummed about being forced to write on my journal with this random, black gel pen I found lying around the house. I like writing in blue ink, and I didn’t think David noticed little details like that until he picked me up from work yesterday and surprised me with a..  (ta-da) blue, 0.4, G-tech pen–just the way I like it. Big or small, you gotta love surprises. <3

3. The husband and I are off to some place beautiful this weekend. I can’t wait! (:

Photo by my cousin, Arthur Trinidad.

Day 12: Beautiful things happen during sunset

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12/30: Sunset. Just a quick post on my lunch break.

Somewhere between lighting our unity candle and our first kiss, the sun started to set. Although I can’t remember noticing the sunset that day (’cause obviously my mind was nowhere but on the man who was holding my hand),  I’m glad there were photographs that preserved the moments somehow.

I don’t have much to say today so I end this with some borrowed words from an Indian poet, words I wish I thought of saying first:

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky. ~R.Tagore

I wonder if Mr. Tagore , as he was writing those very words, found love too. (: