If I say that my one true love is corn in any form (yes, that yellow crop otherwise known as maize) , I know you will all hunt me down for being so unsweet, so I will take your cue and present to you my other one TRUE love, Mr. Paul Dexter C. Iñigo. Now who is he? I've given bits about him in this blog, but haven't really dedicated a post to worship his name in (LOL). So here we go. He is three years younger than I am (imagine the maturity issues we have. Haha), but sometimes he shows wisdom beyond his years. Note that the operative term here is "sometimes". LOL. He was, as I mentioned in past GTs, not a traditionally sweet person. That means no flowers or roses for me. He did, however, sing to me my favorite songs (he still does up to now, by the way) while playing his guitar (which what made me fall in love with him in the first place). So I guess that qualifies for sweet? Good. *grins*
He is not exactly the greatest housekeeper in the world (he is a stay at home dad) but I don't know of any man who is. LOL. If I am messy, then he is much messier (so imagine how our house looks like on an ordinary day), except when my mom is around. He's kind of scared of my mom. Come to think of it, everybody I know is scared of my mom. Hahaha! He smokes (which I hate) and drinks occasionally, but his alcohol tolerance level is not high. He talks a lot when he's drunk and does absolutely ridiculous things which he cannot remember anything of in the morning. I don't know if he just feigns ignorance because he is too embarrassed to admit that he did what he did. Hahaha!
He loves our daughter to bits (and I love him very much for that) and rocks Svet to sleep while singing her favorite songs. He hugs her when she's hurt and plays with her, and obligingly reads to her the storybooks when she says bak-bak (Svet talk for chicken, which is always a character in most of her books) and hands over her book of choice to him. He runs around the house after her with a spoon when she doesn't feel like eating much, and patiently teaches her the 123s and the ABCs. He protectively holds her hand while walking on the street and carries her when she's tired. He gives in to her always and plays with her until they're both tired. He kisses her and hugs her every chance he gets.
Strolling at Burnham
Christmas eve at Burnham
Goofing around after the baptismal ceremony
I wrote to him a letter on his birthday (which you can read here), if you can stand the really cheesy. LOL. I intentionally left the computer opened to the tab with my letter's page (I used to work in the wee hours and sleep when Svet an Paulie wakes up), and I fell asleep to the sound of Paulie making awwwww noises in the background. Hee hee. Well, that's my entry for this week. Won't you join us and tell us who your one true love is? You will find a lot of other sugary sweet entries here at Marce Niko's blog, so head over there to feel the Valentine's spirit!
Svet with the world's greatest dad/partner