Looks like decades ago when Ira, our beloved niece, scribbled on a piece of paper her fondness of Baby Bryce. It might be that our baby was still inside Jaycelle’s tummy and Ira was so excited to meet him or Bryce was already our—interacting and playing with his cousin.
Looking at this picture, I couldn’t help but remember my own several pictures of dancing when I was three years old. My dad and kuya were the ones who always reminded me that when the White Horse song came up, I would dance.
Bryce, on the other hand, makes me look like a kid in front of the teevee only aspiring to be a dancer – he, the one busting the moves in a dance show audition.
Saturdays are errand days. We went to Pasig Palengke to get some veggies for our daily juicing routine. The bulk of food we buy are enough for three days – with twice-a-day produce – one in the morning and one in the evening.
From 2007 to 2018 and on – a feat only you and I were to carry. We shuffled, we tangoed; and now, it is us three. We give and take – in the process, it is love that we make. I am grateful for you, my everdearest.