Anyone in a long-distance relationship could probably relate to this photo. 😉 Valentines Day and you’re hundreds or thousands of miles away from each other, your tenuous link at the mercy of technology.
So this morning, it took more than half an hour of wheedling, cajoling, bribing and finally threatening to return her brand-new Peppa Pig study table to Toy Kingdom before I finally got my hard-headed daughter our of bed for her swimming lessons. Because yeah, despite initially enjoying it, she now doesn’t want to because her coach’s instruction is to remove her arm floaters and swim. And since she’s a bit traumatized by the last time she jumped to the pool without her arm floaters, she really really did not want to follow her coach’s instruction. Hence, her not wanting to attend her swimming lessons at all.
But being the hard-headed Mommy that I am (sorry kid, hindi ka uubra, this is the original speaking), I wouldn’t take no for an answer. Especially since I know that getting over her fear would be the more beneficial thing in the long run, as opposed to keeping her within her comfort zone today.
And I was right. Of course. As per my father’s report, she was actually able to swim without her floaters–and quite fast too. And I couldn’t be more proud. Which is why I’m taking half the day off from work tomorrow just to watch her swim. But I think I’m bringing my rashguard and shorts too.. 😉
…and his plane just took off, after half an hour delay. And it will be years again before we get together. And I already miss him. :'(
So thankful though for the four precious weeks we were together. He really made the time for me; we were together practically everyday after work. We spent most of the time eating, then just hanging out, walking around, laughing, and generally just enjoying each other’s company.
We became the quintessential good cop-bad cop parental tandem to Francine. And of course, he’s the good cop because he carried and goofed around with her, bought her the toys and Kinder Joy I wouldn’t buy for her. He was the enabler; I was the disciplinarian. Guess which one the kid would pick, hmm? But, I really don’t mind. At the end of the day, we’re still a unit, our family intact and glued together by love and laughter (and the occassional farting contests).
So it’ll be back to Hangouts again instead of text messages, choppy videos instead of local calls. But we’ll manage. We always do. Because it’s us and that’s that.
I love you so much daddyyah. 😘
Yesterday, my news feed was filled with flowers and chocolates as per usual during Valentines Day. He may not have given me roses (the chocolates did arrive earlier today though) but he gave me something infinitely more special: HIMSELF and HIS TIME. And not just on V-day, but almost every single day since he arrived here.
And of course, those precious coupla days we were in Puerto Galera. We’ve been together for more than a decade now, but that was the first time we ever went out of town together. It was by no means a perfect trip, but still we had fun, ate a lot, laughed even more, discovered more about each other, and grew even closer.
The whole time, he took good care of me. He made sure my needs (and wants) were always met, and then some. I’m no invalid but I did have my moments of weakness and stupidity, and he was always there, capable and willing to fix the situation and make things that much easier for me. He’s just THAT good of a guy and partner.
I could only hope that in my simple ways, I make him feel just as happy and loved as well.
I love him so much.
I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect girlfriend or partner. I have too much emotional excess baggage, am prone to bouts of depression and neurotic episodes and made some pretty fantastically bad decisions in my life. And in one of those episodes earlier, I all but threw every good thing he’s done to me to his face. Not one of my proudest moments, but it did result in a good thing.