Happy anniversary, Mahal.
Doesn’t seem that long really, when you consider the fact that we lived together for about four years prior to the big day. The five-year count is from the time we walked into Hon. Encarnacion Jaja G. Moya’s chambers in Makati and said our “I do’s” along with five other couples in various stages of pregnancy.
We’ve been through a lot, you and I, although I can still say other couples have been through much worse. We have been separated at length only once and only by necessity, when you went to Iligan ahead of baby Maia and me to find a place for us to stay there.
Otherwise we had the happily ever after. We voice out each other’s thoughts, finish each other’s sentences, and then argue over dinner about why *insert name of female pop idol here* is the way she is or why Michael Jackson was not at Barack Obama’s Inauguration party.
You treat my sons like they were your kid brothers, and you raise our daughter like a princess. There’s really nothing much to ask for, is there, except maybe a D60 for an anniversary present (*joke*). Or maybe we should just get each other senior life insurance.
Five years. Don’t they go by in a blink?