Milestones
The Story of Us
He was the interviewee and I was the interviewer. I thought he had good qualifications and pretty eyes. Something clicked. After we had gone out a few times (it wasn't internal hiring so we weren't violating workplace decorum... I think, haha) he sent me another resume. This time, it was an application to become my boyfriend. He had detailed his objectives ("To love you and to cherish you..."), background (his previous relationships and how long they lasted), and skills and traits ("hardworking," "honest," "terrific cook," etc.). Cute, but who knows how many other applications he had sent out?
We were as different as night and day, and not only in complexion. He wore his heart on his sleeve, spoke his mind, had blatant disregard for punctuation and spelling. He was fearless in a way. He seemed undaunted by the many trials he knew we would have to face. Like other boys I've known, he liked cars and motorcycles and weapons of mass destruction. Unlike other boys I've known, he stayed.
Needless to say, both his applications were successful.
Happy anniversary, baby. I love you. :)
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Dear Sage,
On the occasion of your first birthday, let me tell you about your name. Yes, it's a plant. I hope you don't mind that I've named some of your stuffed toys Parsley, Rosemary and Thyme, as an homage to Simon and Garfunkel's classic tune.
Your name is also an archetype typically found in science fiction and fantasy. Most of my favorite characters are sages: Gandalf, Ben Kenobi, Yoda, Ogion, Hiko Seijuro, The Doctor. They are wise, transcendental, kickass.
You were named Sage because Angel and Princess were not an option. It's not our wish for you to break your back trying to live up to unrealistic standards of "goodness" or to become a helpless pretty thing, detached from all the world in your ivory tower, surrounded by the latest fashion and gadgets (we don't have the money to buy those, anyway, especially the ivory tower).
All we can really hope for is that you grow up to make wise decisions.
(I know it's not mere coincidence you were born on Women Human Rights Defenders Day. Because to live your life for something greater than yourself -- that's the wisest decision of all.)
Happy birthday, anak. I love you to infinity and beyond. :)
Love,
Mommy
He was the interviewee and I was the interviewer. I thought he had good qualifications and pretty eyes. Something clicked. After we had gone out a few times (it wasn't internal hiring so we weren't violating workplace decorum... I think, haha) he sent me another resume. This time, it was an application to become my boyfriend. He had detailed his objectives ("To love you and to cherish you..."), background (his previous relationships and how long they lasted), and skills and traits ("hardworking," "honest," "terrific cook," etc.). Cute, but who knows how many other applications he had sent out?
We were as different as night and day, and not only in complexion. He wore his heart on his sleeve, spoke his mind, had blatant disregard for punctuation and spelling. He was fearless in a way. He seemed undaunted by the many trials he knew we would have to face. Like other boys I've known, he liked cars and motorcycles and weapons of mass destruction. Unlike other boys I've known, he stayed.
Needless to say, both his applications were successful.
Happy anniversary, baby. I love you. :)
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Dear Sage,
On the occasion of your first birthday, let me tell you about your name. Yes, it's a plant. I hope you don't mind that I've named some of your stuffed toys Parsley, Rosemary and Thyme, as an homage to Simon and Garfunkel's classic tune.
Your name is also an archetype typically found in science fiction and fantasy. Most of my favorite characters are sages: Gandalf, Ben Kenobi, Yoda, Ogion, Hiko Seijuro, The Doctor. They are wise, transcendental, kickass.
You were named Sage because Angel and Princess were not an option. It's not our wish for you to break your back trying to live up to unrealistic standards of "goodness" or to become a helpless pretty thing, detached from all the world in your ivory tower, surrounded by the latest fashion and gadgets (we don't have the money to buy those, anyway, especially the ivory tower).
All we can really hope for is that you grow up to make wise decisions.
(I know it's not mere coincidence you were born on Women Human Rights Defenders Day. Because to live your life for something greater than yourself -- that's the wisest decision of all.)
Happy birthday, anak. I love you to infinity and beyond. :)
Love,
Mommy
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