Vanilla June

We celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary on the 4th of June. Nothing grand, just us two sharing fries and soda at a mall’s Burger King joint before taking the bus home.

Funny how there are days I wish I could drown him with his pillow when he starts to snore crazy, while there are nights I worry that he will expire on his own wheezing and make me a widow before our 20th. This is how my man makes me cockoo.

The hub was never perfect to start with. He over promises and lean towards always pleasing everyone (specially people who don’t deserve it). He spoils not only his family but his friends too.
He has weird temper tantrums. (matingala nalang ko why siya gi sapot all of a sudden – artist moods kuno).
He dyes his hair and leaves black spots at our bathroom that is so hard to remove.
He can’t remember names (never). He forgets occassions (always). He is obsessed with bikes (na-’possessed’ is a better word).

He can’t finish a movie without sleeping and snoring (turn off). He carries his mobile user manual just so. (btw, it takes forever for him to know how to operate his phone). He can’t even remember his own phone number. He forgets where he places his things and makes so much fuss over it. (ma-Ukay mi tanan). He invites friends to come over. He loves being around people (it’s the cleaning after that I detest). He gets lost (often). He shops more than me. He stores a lot of rubbish (useless ones at that). He farts and tell. He can be tactless at times you don’t want him to be. He keeps on repeating the same mistakes. I never win debates over him.

He needs a lot a lot a lot of pushing and reminding (read as nagging) to get his life in order, the car fixed, to pick up something from the store, yaddah yaddah

He never goes to see a doctor. I have given up on changing him and dread the thought that old age will even worsen what I hate most about him.

BUT, he is my number one cheer leader (and the kid’s too). He is a neat freak when it comes to his cabinet. He wakes up at 5:00 am to cook breakfast for all of us and prepare our lunch boxes. He iron his clothes. He fixes things around the house. He makes sure dinner is ready by 7:00 pm. We always laugh at his jokes and he makes a litany of “I love you’s” sumpay sa “Be good always” each day. He prays. He forgives even if I don’t. He cries with us too. He holds my hand while driving. (so wreckless). He remember faces. He can carry a tune and dances just because…

 
and that is enough for me      to bear years of being his Queen!