“I want to grow old looking at the same face every morning. I want to grow old looking at the same face every night at the dinner table. I want to be one of those old couples you see still holding hands and laughing after fifty years of marriage. That’s what I want. I want to be someone’s forever.”
Rachel Gibson, The Trouble with Valentine’s Day
There was an article I read a month back. It was about a couple who had breakfast together every day of their lives and died hours apart.
Gab and I will be more than that.
We don’t have much of years to boast. We have not even reached our first year together as boyfriend and girlfriend, but I can tell the whole world that we see each other every single day since the day I said “yes“ to him.
I had been told a couple of times not to base my decisions on what my future husband will say, but I am that type of girl. I ask permission all the time, and I find no fault in that. We’ll be moving in to our own place very soon, and I am incredibly excited for the fact that I will soon be sweeping and polishing the house, doing the laundry, and preparing our meals. Even the thought that I’ll be doing all these for the rest of my life sends butterflies in my stomach.
A colleague once asked me if it was stressful, but another colleague answered for me, saying that I was more stressed with work than the whole happy-ever-after thing. I love every single day that I planned this with Gab. He enjoyed it too much that he even wanted to us to make a one-stop wedding shop and coordination. We started with nothing when he proposed to me. That meant zero savings. We live off with a PhP 3000 allowance every payday. That’s for both of us already. Then the rest of our money goes to our wedding fund, and we thank God for all the help we got financially, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
I'm pretty sure we'll make it through anything together.
We hope to create an epic story, one that we can tell our kids and grandkids as they grow up.
The rest of our life is starting in 25 days. This will be the start of a happy-and-even-after kind of life.
Rachel Gibson, The Trouble with Valentine’s Day
There was an article I read a month back. It was about a couple who had breakfast together every day of their lives and died hours apart.
Gab and I will be more than that.
We don’t have much of years to boast. We have not even reached our first year together as boyfriend and girlfriend, but I can tell the whole world that we see each other every single day since the day I said “yes“ to him.
I had been told a couple of times not to base my decisions on what my future husband will say, but I am that type of girl. I ask permission all the time, and I find no fault in that. We’ll be moving in to our own place very soon, and I am incredibly excited for the fact that I will soon be sweeping and polishing the house, doing the laundry, and preparing our meals. Even the thought that I’ll be doing all these for the rest of my life sends butterflies in my stomach.
A colleague once asked me if it was stressful, but another colleague answered for me, saying that I was more stressed with work than the whole happy-ever-after thing. I love every single day that I planned this with Gab. He enjoyed it too much that he even wanted to us to make a one-stop wedding shop and coordination. We started with nothing when he proposed to me. That meant zero savings. We live off with a PhP 3000 allowance every payday. That’s for both of us already. Then the rest of our money goes to our wedding fund, and we thank God for all the help we got financially, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
I'm pretty sure we'll make it through anything together.
We hope to create an epic story, one that we can tell our kids and grandkids as they grow up.
The rest of our life is starting in 25 days. This will be the start of a happy-and-even-after kind of life.