Eight

Exactly eight years ago today, I took a leap of faith. I made the biggest and probably the hardest decision I have ever made. I defied all the rules of love and even friendship. Who would have thought that such a risky move, which everybody thought to be a stupid (and crazy) one would give me a blissful married life?


We agreed that we wouldn’t be giving each other gifts for today so I was surprised when he handed me a red Tortillos. Eight years ago, I said yes because he’s the only guy who also happened to like red Tortillos. It’s not because he’s funny, kind and smart. It’s definitely not because he’s good-looking. It’s really because of the Tortillos. :p (Duh! Of course, it’s because he’s funny! :p)

Then, I saw another box. Inside it was such a beauty that almost made me cry.


He specifically told me that it is not a gift. It’s not for me. It’s for the two of us, and the little Je and little Boyet that God will send our way.

Eight years ago, we both risked loving again. Hoping in finding a prince, I kissed a few frogs along the way, not knowing that I will still end up with a frog in the end. :p But seriously, there are days when I think about what our lives would have been if we didn’t have the courage back then. Even the thought of not spending the past eight years with him brings a certain sadness in my heart. Buti na lang, nauto ako sa Tortillos eight years ago! :p

I will forever be grateful that God gave me a man who embraces our relationship with such love, trust and respect. Every night, I thank God for giving me a man who continuously grows with me in faith. Since day 1, we fully acknowledged that our relationship is not just about us. It may already be a cliché, but God has always been in the center of our relationship. After all, we are each other’s God’s best.


For a "meatier" anniversary post, read the one I wrote three years ago. Click here.