Preps break

To help Gail ease out of the stress he’s been feeling lately, I took out my trusty little black moleskine (sashaaal. pero i got it from last year's Christmas party, di ako bibili nun ang mahal!) last night and told him that we had an activity. Let’s write our faith goals for 2011.

While we were listing, I said “Oh I want an Olympus Pen!” And then, like a Christmas light, Gail beamed and said “Really?!” Because he wants one too. Well I like it because it’s vintage-y (for the kewlness) and handy (for the practicality), and because Gail told me it has all these kewl features that photographers dig. Now I’m quite sure mapapasaakin ka next year, Olympus Pen. Haha!

It was so refreshing to get out of all the preps and look forward to the next year. We don’t have big dreams as of the moment. I told Gail to think of more faith goals, sayang libre naman. Haha! But all we were able to fill was the teeny page of my notebook.

We finished daydreaming in faith as Gail finished the donut and the waffle. If it was the faith goals that made him happier, or the food he had, I don’t know. Haha. He took me home and it hurt as always. But in eight weeks, one of the biggest faith goals we set for ourselves will come to pass, and that’s what I’m holding on to. Until then we’d have to order food or hot cocoa to have some place to sit, and then say the longest goodbyes.
  

this girl.

Excited. In the coming days I’m sure going to pour out all my emotions on fb and this blog. Please hide my posts now or be bugged by my pre-wedding hypes, after which you’d be bugged by my post-wedding hypes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Hehe.

Paranoid. From getting a haircut to getting drowned in the largest of oceans, I run a safety instructions script in my mind because I want to look ok and be well on my wedding day, because seriously, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Sensitive. I’m the softest sponge at the moment, and the littlest things can trigger a well of emotions. Everything is a big deal. If I can breathe on love from an oxygen tank, I’d do that just to filter out all the hate in the air. I’d get sick if I catch the bad vibes around.

Sad. I know I’m leaving a lot behind. I didn’t think that a marriage is THAT big until I got closer to it down the road. I have TEN WEEKENDS left to spend at home in LB, and from then on it’ll be irregular, but hopefully still often. And that’s just the tip of the things-to-be-sad-about-iceberg.

Trusting. I have a lot of faith goals as a married person. I want to wake up early to prepare breakfast for Gail, be able to develop a stronger character than what I have now, and a lot more items on this mile-long list. I know that it takes a large chunk of maturity to become a new wife, but with Gail on my tag team and God as my coach, I know I’ll be fine. :)

PS: That’s just me.