What with two sisters who are as slim as poles, I must look like blimp. So the plan was to distract people with cleavage. The boyfriend protested but he wasn't there so, HAH!
… And what is a wedding without flower girls...
… or chubby ring-bearers who were more than ready to strike a pose? …
… And of course there was daddy...
…dear, sweet, daddy with his eyes that disappear whenever he smiled true.
It's funny how my family grew up to be the way it is. Just last month, my other brother Johnny got ordained as a deacon... His eyes also disappear whenever he smiles.
Now he's writing homilies, blessing children and marrying off his own brother. He gave a homily about love being unbelievably indescribable. His eyes disappeared more than twenty times in a span of 30 minutes. It's our strongest gene, they say. Charlie's almond eyes that threaten non existence when we're happy. Mom's deep ones never stood a chance.
But the best thing about being home, is the “being at home-ness” of it all.
When you step off that plane and you breathe in the fresh, salty morning breeze that has just traveled from the sea to greet you, you realize how far you've traveled just to remember how this breeze smells like.
I always try to visit the beach when I go home. Baybay and all the memory it holds for just about any true-blue Capiznon with a bare-bottomed childhood spent in its shores. It has a new name now....
La Playa de Roxas, they now call it.
But it will always be just Baybay to me.
An endless canvas for the artist to be.
A playground.
A picnic spot.
A place where love is nurtured.
...where grandma Linding and Granpa Emilio once spent long afternoons walking hand in hand.
... where mom and dad still spend long afternoons walking hand in hand...
... where Joker Day came to be... except the walking hand in hand, we now call "H-H-W-W-ing", and then laughing at how corny it will always be no matter what you call it.
And of course, there's the sunset.
It was Joker Day yesterday and I like it better than Valentines Day. February 14, we will spend with a friend on his birthday. But joker Day will always be just ours. The storms can come and go, but Joker Day will always be just ours.
And Promises. Too many promises thrown everywhere on Valentines day that the streets are littered with them. One of the reasons why promises don't work is because they're too easy to give.
I remember the Muffin Man gave me a book for Christmas last year. The Devil and Miss Prym by Paolo Coehlo.
It's one of our quirks to write messages in the books we share.
So here's another one in particular.
... that's why, No promises... just one... the one that matters.
Anyway, here's something cute about valentines day, though. True story. I swear. I'm on 24 hour duty today and my first call came from the ER about a patient on the wedding jitters. She's a diagnosed case of the Schizoaffective disorder and he doesn't know why he was admitted at all. But they both met at Psychiatry Ward seven, fell in love, and tomorrow, February 14, 2011, they're getting married against all odds. :) The magic of it all, is that she's been poorly compliant to medications, he's never went back to his psychiatrist for follow up, but they've both been asymptomatic since they met. She complains of weakness of the extremities and claims to be unable to stand by herself, but she kicks and flails her arms with the strength of somebody in excess of adrenalin whenever he tickles her or fools around... hmmm... on second thought, its probably pheromones they're both in excess of at the moment, but needless to say, I still don't want them to spend their honeymoon in Psychiatry Ward Seven where they met. That may seem romantic to them but no, no. Please God, no. :)
Just a thought though, a lot of mentally stable individuals out there would probably give their left eye and half a limb to be as blissfully and childishly in love as those two seemed to be...
Some would say it's such a cheesy holiday but I can only say one thing:
Kanya-kanyang kajologan lang yan. :)
So, Happy Valentines Day ya'll!
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