Mom is sick. She has fever since Sunday. I have to look after and take good care of her after office, so I decided to just invite Yobs to sleep over at our house. On our 21st monthsary.
This circumstance was, indeed, a blessing in disguise. Yobs and I didn’t have to spend to eat out tonight. In fact, we were surprised knowing that Mom cooked for us, even if she’s not feeling well. Yobs loved Mom’s miswa soup with patola and buttered shrimps so much that he almost emptied the serving plates. Of course, I also enjoyed the food—nothing’s better than Mom’s dishes, especially when you’re sharing it with the one you love. Teehee.
Also, Yobs and I had the chance to be alone by ourselves all night. Mom had to accommodate some visitors at the veranda, while we, the couple, stayed in my room. It was a night of bonding, sharing stories, laughing, and hugging. It was the simplest of all our monthsary celebrations, and yet it meant so much.
I really thank God for giving me such a wonderful boyfriend, and a kind and loving Mom, too. I am so blessed.