And perhaps a little o' this:
Maybe some of this:
And hopefully, if there's enough room on the damn cake left, this:
But when it all boils down to the e-FUCKING-ssentials? Past the promised gifts and summer vacations? Beyond the passion of lust and into the vortex of love being an actual fucking reality? And getting past that reality to realize that you truly can be married to your best fucking friend in life and NOT have to agree on every fucking thing and get along with each other every day of your life to be an "item"?
THIS is all that ever really matters.....
My mom and dad took the time this weekend to put together a SONG (yes, please DO click on the link, so you can hear "Kapantay ay Langit" for yourselves!) for Snookms and I celebrating 13 years of mad love for one another. It's in TAGALOG, the language of the Philippines, and it brings joy to my heart to hear my mother sing every word, every turn of graceful inflection.
It's always been a dream of mine to hear her sing a song for me in her native language. She speaks it so eloquently in fact, that I would sometimes need to hear her speak in that fluid form just to fall asleep at night. I remember it so well, like it was yesterday, curled up in a ball snuggled firmly into her backside on her and my dad's kingsize waterbed, preying witness to her late night phone conversations with any one of her 7 siblings. I would hear the nervous click of her fingernails as a backdrop to the language I heard her speak with such ease, and into the land of slumber I would drift, thinking I knew how to speak the language of the gods.
