My beloved ROCK is one year old today....
(…my mother-in-law (who is more slim and fit than me!), is also a year older tomorrow…happy birthday Mama. Love you po!)
If Riki and I were not yet married to this date, today will be our 12th year anniversary as a dating couple. Thank heavens we have already tied the knot and refreshed our relationship counter! It is hard to count and celebrate monthsaries when you have crossed the 100th mark already, believe me.
Same date last year, our 11th year anniversary, he formally proposed and asked my hand for marriage. Yeah, if you are good with numbers, you will have immediately computed that it is only a month before our wedding date. Well, the rock, like the giver, likes to be fashionably late, a year late to be exact. But cliché as it may be, it is still INDEED better late than never.
We (or rather he) set the dream date during our 10th anniversary, together with the informal proposal (read: no kneeling with the dream rock). He wanted it to be on the 16th of December, the only day during any year that he is older than me (kung genius ka, you will have two important dates derived from this statement! Hehehe!). That is why our wedding theme is INTERTWINE (yes! that word is even inscribed on our wedding rings… and every single wedding-related stuff we have). Come to think of it, we went steady for 133 months before getting finally married on the 16th. 1+3+3=7. 1+6=7. Is that intertwined or what!? Hahaha!
I have always declared myself as a non-conformist. If everyone else (normally) has a round cut engagement ring, I want mine to be square. But lo! Riki was trying not to conform as well. Because he knows I am expecting the formal proposal (and my ring) back then, he did not do it. Talk about karma.
So there I was, merrily going about our wedding preparations, holding dearly to my Promise Ring. During those times, I really thought that it will be the farthest that I can aspire to getting a stone from him, that my promise ring will indeed be my wedding ring’s lifetime companion (and the fact that it is yellow gold, and I want my wedding ring to be white gold! Waaah!). Thus, I would like to refer to myself back then as someone “getting married” rather than “engaged”. But still I was happy beyond words. The person I love most in this planet had asked me to marry him, who can ask for more? It was indeed such an exciting period, I finally can start living up my long-time wedding plans and dreams. But yeah, skip the ring part.
However, some people (insensitive ones, hmph!) still ask me then where is my e-ring, to which I obediently replied…”wala eh… pero it’s ok, I got my dream man naman, so who needs a ring?” Good answer eh? But of course, deep inside… I feel sad every time, because once again I am reminded that I missed one thing/stage in my dream sequence, an important one. Alangan namang I buy one for myself, just to make it complete. It will not only defeat the purpose, it is entirely pathetic. So forgetaboutit. Just count your blessings, which I did.
Sidetrack: Don’t you just hate it when people ask you: (1) when you are single – "No boyfriends/girlfriends yet!?" (2) when you are seeing someone – "So, when is the Big Day!?" (3) when you are finally married! – "No babies yet!?". It’s like they have a blueprint of what your personal life should be and they expect you to follow and conform to it unfailingly. Talk about great expectations, minding other people’s business and yeah, rubbing it in. I wonder, when you have a baby already, what will they ask next (question # 4)? I have yet to find out when I reach that stage.
Now back to the ring story. So, like what I’ve said, as the BIG date draw closer, my hope of getting a rock slowly annihilates. There was a time I already gave up desiring for one. Then came our 11th (and last) anniversary as boyfriend-girlfriend.
He knows I have been so busy and stressed with our wedding preparation for the last few months so he promised to treat me on this special day. I equated the treat as the usual movie-and-dinner date at Greenbelt. But wow! He brought me instead to Manila Pen. Funny, but my first reaction was this…”Expensive dun! Sayang money natin! We can use it already to pay our wedding stickers or something!” Yes, I am really that stressed already. We decided to dine at SPICES. Of course I wanted to sit by the glass-enclosed pavilion (with the view of the pool and garden) like everyone else there, but he insisted on taking a table by the main formal dining area, which is empty. As of this time, I was still clueless. When comfortably seated, I decided on the food, he ordered champagne. Again, my initial reaction was “Oh my God, ang mahal kaya ng champagne dito! I bet a glass already cost the same or more as a bottle outside! I am fine with iced tea!” Hahaha! Still dumb and hopelessly clueless. So when we are enjoying our champagne (or rather me worrying about our bill later), he faced me with that cute and loving smile in his face, take out a box from his pocket and opened it in front of me. And inside….was my dream rock (square and gleaming)!!!! I think I just stared at it for a very long time. I know he said something like “I love you baby, will you marry me?” to which i replied of course "YES!!!" but everything was blurry (or rather sparkling and shiny! Haha!) The moment he slipped it into my ring finger…I felt (yes! relieved) complete. Now I both have my dream man and my dream rock. Now, I am ENGAGED. Patience, indeed, is a virtue.
I did not eat the rest of the course. I was so happy and was just looking at the rock on my hand from all angles. Riki was so amused and laughing at me. I was like Gollum, finally reunited with THE RING…which he aptly termed…MY PRECIIOOUUSSS.
That same night, I texted all my dear friends and family this: “Hey! Guess what! I’m engaged!”. The feeling was truly indescribable.
My rock is indeed precious, so important and cherished it deserves an entire entry in my blog.
Same date last year, our 11th year anniversary, he formally proposed and asked my hand for marriage. Yeah, if you are good with numbers, you will have immediately computed that it is only a month before our wedding date. Well, the rock, like the giver, likes to be fashionably late, a year late to be exact. But cliché as it may be, it is still INDEED better late than never.
We (or rather he) set the dream date during our 10th anniversary, together with the informal proposal (read: no kneeling with the dream rock). He wanted it to be on the 16th of December, the only day during any year that he is older than me (kung genius ka, you will have two important dates derived from this statement! Hehehe!). That is why our wedding theme is INTERTWINE (yes! that word is even inscribed on our wedding rings… and every single wedding-related stuff we have). Come to think of it, we went steady for 133 months before getting finally married on the 16th. 1+3+3=7. 1+6=7. Is that intertwined or what!? Hahaha!
I have always declared myself as a non-conformist. If everyone else (normally) has a round cut engagement ring, I want mine to be square. But lo! Riki was trying not to conform as well. Because he knows I am expecting the formal proposal (and my ring) back then, he did not do it. Talk about karma.
So there I was, merrily going about our wedding preparations, holding dearly to my Promise Ring. During those times, I really thought that it will be the farthest that I can aspire to getting a stone from him, that my promise ring will indeed be my wedding ring’s lifetime companion (and the fact that it is yellow gold, and I want my wedding ring to be white gold! Waaah!). Thus, I would like to refer to myself back then as someone “getting married” rather than “engaged”. But still I was happy beyond words. The person I love most in this planet had asked me to marry him, who can ask for more? It was indeed such an exciting period, I finally can start living up my long-time wedding plans and dreams. But yeah, skip the ring part.
However, some people (insensitive ones, hmph!) still ask me then where is my e-ring, to which I obediently replied…”wala eh… pero it’s ok, I got my dream man naman, so who needs a ring?” Good answer eh? But of course, deep inside… I feel sad every time, because once again I am reminded that I missed one thing/stage in my dream sequence, an important one. Alangan namang I buy one for myself, just to make it complete. It will not only defeat the purpose, it is entirely pathetic. So forgetaboutit. Just count your blessings, which I did.
Sidetrack: Don’t you just hate it when people ask you: (1) when you are single – "No boyfriends/girlfriends yet!?" (2) when you are seeing someone – "So, when is the Big Day!?" (3) when you are finally married! – "No babies yet!?". It’s like they have a blueprint of what your personal life should be and they expect you to follow and conform to it unfailingly. Talk about great expectations, minding other people’s business and yeah, rubbing it in. I wonder, when you have a baby already, what will they ask next (question # 4)? I have yet to find out when I reach that stage.
Now back to the ring story. So, like what I’ve said, as the BIG date draw closer, my hope of getting a rock slowly annihilates. There was a time I already gave up desiring for one. Then came our 11th (and last) anniversary as boyfriend-girlfriend.
He knows I have been so busy and stressed with our wedding preparation for the last few months so he promised to treat me on this special day. I equated the treat as the usual movie-and-dinner date at Greenbelt. But wow! He brought me instead to Manila Pen. Funny, but my first reaction was this…”Expensive dun! Sayang money natin! We can use it already to pay our wedding stickers or something!” Yes, I am really that stressed already. We decided to dine at SPICES. Of course I wanted to sit by the glass-enclosed pavilion (with the view of the pool and garden) like everyone else there, but he insisted on taking a table by the main formal dining area, which is empty. As of this time, I was still clueless. When comfortably seated, I decided on the food, he ordered champagne. Again, my initial reaction was “Oh my God, ang mahal kaya ng champagne dito! I bet a glass already cost the same or more as a bottle outside! I am fine with iced tea!” Hahaha! Still dumb and hopelessly clueless. So when we are enjoying our champagne (or rather me worrying about our bill later), he faced me with that cute and loving smile in his face, take out a box from his pocket and opened it in front of me. And inside….was my dream rock (square and gleaming)!!!! I think I just stared at it for a very long time. I know he said something like “I love you baby, will you marry me?” to which i replied of course "YES!!!" but everything was blurry (or rather sparkling and shiny! Haha!) The moment he slipped it into my ring finger…I felt (yes! relieved) complete. Now I both have my dream man and my dream rock. Now, I am ENGAGED. Patience, indeed, is a virtue.
I did not eat the rest of the course. I was so happy and was just looking at the rock on my hand from all angles. Riki was so amused and laughing at me. I was like Gollum, finally reunited with THE RING…which he aptly termed…MY PRECIIOOUUSSS.
That same night, I texted all my dear friends and family this: “Hey! Guess what! I’m engaged!”. The feeling was truly indescribable.
My rock is indeed precious, so important and cherished it deserves an entire entry in my blog.
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