Is there an unwritten rule that you should have the first kiss only after you’ve started dating? If there were, my husband and I have broken it—and without intending to. Everything was a blur when the #architecthusband and I had our first kiss, perhaps because it was unexpected. And mostly because we were not yet dating at that time.
I know I do. I remember it as if it were only yesterday and it has been almost a decade since it happened. Back then, it was a challenge to find a place where a pesco-vegetarian could have something decent to eat—where fish and chips were not the staple. So, I was surprised to learn about a neighborhood burger joint that served mushroom burgers. The only mushroom burgers I knew and enjoyed eating at that time required a long drive to Tagaytay. I thought: “who on earth (or in the South area, at least) would put up a mushroom burger joint in Las Piñas? Not many appreciate the taste of mushrooms!”
![YESTERDAY WAS THE FIRST TIME WE SAW #BIGBOYJESSE’s HEART GET BROKEN
We waited for five years to get another bulldog. For some families, it’s not a challenge raising human children and puppies together but the #architecthusband and I know ourselves and our capacity too well.
Jesse’s a handful, so raising a bulldog (who is very much like a human, too, haha!) alongside raising our son will be extra challenging.
Since Jesse recently turned five, JS surprised us with the news that we’re finally ready to get another bulldog.
But one that will “never grow taller than me” as what Jesse requested. The usual English bulldog was out of the question.
So, French bulldog it was!
Also, it had to be under my own terms: no leash and no cage, just a dog who will freely roam around the house and will be brought wherever we’d go.
But there’s a caveat: JS can get a cat.
I AM NOT A CAT PERSON.
But this was a compromise I was willing to take as Jesse had been requesting for a pet, in this case, pets, for so long.
The day finally arrived when we’d fetch our new family members: Nabnabs the Persian x Himalayan cat (we originally named her Magda but Jesse started calling her “Nabnabs,” yet JS insists on the name “Gaga” short for Lady Gaga. Hahahaha!) and Bruno the Frenchie.
It was love at first sight (and sniff and hug and so much more)! Our new babies started bonding and didn’t fight at all—save for a few wrestles here and there.
Jesse was at his happiest, he even willingly woke up early so he could feed Nabnabs and Bruno. He also NEVER asked for a gadget—he was too preoccupied looking after his new pets.
I even told him he should be a good brother to his new babies and he corrected me: “they’re not babies, mama, they are animals.”
Wow! Spoken like a true Alpha just like his father. I knew he’d lead his pack well. 🥰
We immediately took Nabnabs and Bruno to our trusted vet Doc Bong of Happy Hayop for a check-up and that’s when we were greeted by the hard truth…
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… There is no redeeming statement here. There are times we simply need to honor our feelings and give ourselves enough space and time to express our sadness before moving on.](https://scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/273396248_1181437232262744_5210087309187754398_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=8ae9d6&_nc_ohc=Rfx4WWwENaYAX_ckbkE&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=00_AT9sPJq_XMQAp41sm9HSQqBYOT-7kUj0cJfFdsWmz5a4XQ&oe=62C9AB37)