Gab and I commuted to Makati for the third time after work.
We weren’t really ready for a lot of things when we decided to get married. Unlike couples who have saved a few thousands and have spent a few years together, maybe, in case an event of this sort happens, we started entirely with nothing and are less than a year in the relationship.
We made our way up to the top floor and entered an open unit around forty square meters or more. I stood in the middle of the living room. He walked towards me and with a smile on his face, gave me the warmest embrace.
It was going to be our new home.
The walls are now painted in white as he had earlier requested. The ceilings were already fixed. In just a few days, we will be able to move out of his family house and moving in to a home of our own. We are going to fill it with so much love.
I computed every day. I budgeted how much to spend on the few furniture and appliances that we will buy. I knew how many pieces of clothes hanger and pails we need to purchase. Gab listened to me, most of the time, whimsically, as he tends to forget a lot. He agrees to my plans as I am his assigned chief financial officer.
He hugged me in the middle of the room. We’re both sweating from the high walk up the stairs, and he whispered, “We’ll be okay”. And I’m pretty sure we will, having a husband as hardworking as he is. Every single centavo from our salary went into the wedding and this new place and whatever we can put to make it fully functional. God has blessed us with so much.
Last night we went to a furniture shop in Manila. We have scouted the entire street for so many times, and found just what we needed. On the next weekend, we will be sleeping on a bed we both worked hard for. We will sit on the couch, telling each other stories as if we have missed each other for days. He will wake up to the smell of the breakfast I will be making on our first weekday, and I will spend the whole day mopping, sweeping, arranging bits of items for display, doing the laundry, hanging the clothes to dry on the roof deck, cooking his dinner and kissing him on the cheek when he arrives from work.
I will lie down beside him when the day ends. I will be tired from office and house work, but never tired from being a wife.
I’d give up so many things just to wake up to this every day.
We weren’t really ready for a lot of things when we decided to get married. Unlike couples who have saved a few thousands and have spent a few years together, maybe, in case an event of this sort happens, we started entirely with nothing and are less than a year in the relationship.
We made our way up to the top floor and entered an open unit around forty square meters or more. I stood in the middle of the living room. He walked towards me and with a smile on his face, gave me the warmest embrace.
It was going to be our new home.
The walls are now painted in white as he had earlier requested. The ceilings were already fixed. In just a few days, we will be able to move out of his family house and moving in to a home of our own. We are going to fill it with so much love.
I computed every day. I budgeted how much to spend on the few furniture and appliances that we will buy. I knew how many pieces of clothes hanger and pails we need to purchase. Gab listened to me, most of the time, whimsically, as he tends to forget a lot. He agrees to my plans as I am his assigned chief financial officer.
He hugged me in the middle of the room. We’re both sweating from the high walk up the stairs, and he whispered, “We’ll be okay”. And I’m pretty sure we will, having a husband as hardworking as he is. Every single centavo from our salary went into the wedding and this new place and whatever we can put to make it fully functional. God has blessed us with so much.
Last night we went to a furniture shop in Manila. We have scouted the entire street for so many times, and found just what we needed. On the next weekend, we will be sleeping on a bed we both worked hard for. We will sit on the couch, telling each other stories as if we have missed each other for days. He will wake up to the smell of the breakfast I will be making on our first weekday, and I will spend the whole day mopping, sweeping, arranging bits of items for display, doing the laundry, hanging the clothes to dry on the roof deck, cooking his dinner and kissing him on the cheek when he arrives from work.
I will lie down beside him when the day ends. I will be tired from office and house work, but never tired from being a wife.
I’d give up so many things just to wake up to this every day.