Thursday, January 29, 2009

My Two Boys… and what they taught me… (Part 1)

In my harried world where everything is wracked with the unexpected and the unwanted, I am blessed to have two wonderful boys - and they both bear the name “Edgardo”.

A name originating from French ancestry, “Edgardo” means “prosperous warrior” – such an appropriate name for two of the fiercest and most valiant defenders of my universe.

Edgardo Sr. – my other half – has been my fortress for the past nine and a half years that we have been together. Ours is a relationship that has been far from perfect, something that is not surprising since we are exact opposites of each other. I don’t mince with words… he doesn’t talk much (unless angered)… I go for sweets and he abhors them… I prefer going places and he would rather stay home… I don’t like going to the kitchen since I don’t cook, and he stays there most of the time like a seasoned chef preparing us delicious food… I am not a health buff and he is… I find it hard making sleep, and he snores the minute he lies down… I dream big and he goes for the simple, uncomplicated ones….

On several occasions, we would have catfights and bitter disagreements about even the simplest things… but what we have learned over the years is that there is no conflict that cannot be resolved by heart-to-heart talks, loving hugs, and saying a sincere “sorry”.

My Edgardo Sr. has taught me two important things: humility and simplicity. Once I asked him what was his best accomplishment in our relationship, and his reply was “I was able to tame you.” I couldn’t agree more. Even my closest friends from high school and college would call my attention to that whenever we would get together… how I have considerably mellowed from being the tactless, brutally frank Louise they knew from many years back.

My husband has been my best friend and the only person who really know my thoughts, my pains, my secrets, and my life (aside from my mother)… my personal nurse and caregiver when I am sick… a doting father to our only son… a good provider…. a wonderful cook…. and the only person who I know will never let me down when all else fails me.

He believes in me and sees me as a beautiful person no matter how jaded I may have been from my life’s tempests and despite the excess poundage I have gained… and the best part about him is he is not afraid to hold my hand while walking, hug me every now and then, kiss me before I leave for work and when I get home, and say he loves me when I wake up and before we go to sleep.

And everytime I look at him, I see and remember the man I fell in love with more than nine years ago, and my heart would always tell me that if given another choice, I would still choose to fall in love with him… that if I had to do it all over again, I would still marry the same man.

Tomorrow I will talk about the other “Edgardo” in my life…

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Losyang is here...

Today is the start of something new... so for a change I will try blogging and see where this sort of thing gets me...

For those of you who would wonder why I am using the monicker "losyang", it is actually the term of endearment my circle of friends in Bulacan fondly call me... i guess not so much because I am one lousy "pindangga" but because the name actually rhymes with lois. Incidentally, I have always admired the character of Lois Lane, Clark Kent's lady love, and I had this illusion that I am one gutsy, brilliant and lovely writer like she is.

So starting today, I am going to post and share my random thoughts, and try to put a smile... inspire... and make everybody reading my blog posts feel a little better just in case they are having a bad day... make them say life will always be full of pleasant surprises and blessings...

So welcome to my blog... happy reading!