This post was inspired by a couple of things. (1) Timehop, (2) This day being Friday the 13th, (3) Septembers, (4) #throwbackthursday and #flashbackfriday and (5) This guy I shall call “J”, who my husband and I have been exchanging letters with since the start of the year. More about him later.
Based on my Timehop, the past Septembers have been full. I already blogged why I love Timehop. It’s a mobile app that pulls out posts and photos from your social networks, from the exact same day last year and the years before that, putting them together in this one message alert that you receive every morning.
Since the start of September, my Timehop has been on a roll. It inspired me to go over my journals, my blogs, and those old boxes that held some of my most treasured memories from the past Septembers.
September 1, 2006: We went to a rock concert.
D was ending his one-month vacation and flying back to New York the next day. As a final date, he took me to Penshoppe’s Denimlab Rockfest. What can I say, those were the kind of things I dig back then. At that time, we were just friends.
Photo: Couple selfie taken inside Araneta Coliseum that night. (Uso na selfie nung 2006.)
It’s been 7 years since that September night, and most of what happened then has become a blurry memory. But I do remember Imago singing their song “Akap”, my song for the night. I remember riding a cab after the concert and hearing the first Christmas carol of the year. I remember having coffee at Starbucks, Pearl Drive, until past 2am. I remember blogging about the concert. I remember D walking me back to my apartment—a moment that he managed to preserve in a song. And I remember struggling to say goodbye, not knowing that he was going to be my boyfriend one year later. (And my husband much later.)
September 9, 2010: We got engaged.
For the first time since he left Manila in September 2006, he’s back, and for a reason. I made sure to document that time of our lives, not wanting to forget a single day.
And you probably already know what happened.
September 13, 2010: We spent the night at the Hong Kong International Airport.
Ending his one-week vacation here, he had to fly back to New York, with a 12 hour layover in Hong Kong. Crazy as it may sound, I bought round-trip tickets to Hong Kong just so I could spend those last 12 hours with him. Ahh, young (stupid) love!
And hey, that was the exact same day as today!
Photo: Taken while having breakfast at HK International Airport, an hour before his flight.
Sometimes I wonder why I put myself through all of these unnecessary torture, LOL. It was the saddest day ever, sending him off, alone in a foreign place. And yet I made the choice (and spent a ridiculous amount of cash), if only to spend a few more hours with him. As soon as his plane took off, I ran to the other side of the airport, and boarded my plane back to Manila.
It’s been 3 years since that bittersweet day in HK!
And the rest was history.
September 2011 – We were married.
September 2012 – I was pregnant, half-way through my 3rd trimester.
September 2013 – Two ten-month old little girls are crawling around the house.
September 13, 2013: Friday the 13th
And here we are today.
Three long-stemmed roses from the husband are on top of my desk as I write this, and the twins are playing, screaming, and making a ruckus around the house. Looking back at the past Septembers, I can only laugh at all the silliness, and be thankful for the long-winding road that lead us to this day.
This is for J
(A guy my husband and I have been exchanging letters with, who first messaged us through this blog.)
The point of this backtracking exercise is to acknowledge and appreciate how far the Lord has pulled us through. You may have read this blog from cover-to-cover (or page-to-page), and it may look like we had it easy. But there were long days, months, and years in between those dates I mentioned above.
In between those stories were long periods of uncertainty. Nights when we felt like giving up (and nights when we actually gave up.) Prayers that weren’t answered the way we expected. Days when it seemed like God didn’t care. Times when we were so sure we would never get back together ever.
We messed up, many times. We were impatient. We struggled to do things our own way. We had too many sidesteps and God had to pull us, break us, tear us, hurt us, so that He could keep us back where we’re supposed to be.
I pray that you find the courage to make better choices than we did. God knows the desires of your heart, He knows what He’s doing, and someday, you’ll see why you have to shed a few tears right now. :)