Nevergirl's

There’s this friend I can’t NOT write about; first, because she’s crazy and second, because she’s crazy in a way that’s both weird and cute at the same time. She flitted from one job to another, never staying long enough at one to grow to love it.

Then, one day, she went to Bora, spent many a night laughing and dancing by the beach. By the time the vacation ended, wild horses – okay, I exaggerate; it was really a stubborn mother – had to drag her home. She hated going back to her call center job, hated doing what she called ‘soul-sucking’ tasks. Her feet itched to wander but really, when you’re born in Cebu and have spent your whole lifetime in the same place, what corner of the city or the province do you have left to wander?

We talked one night. I told her, “Why not go to Thailand? I know some people who could help.” And that’s just what she did – packed up her bags and went to Thailand less than two weeks after we had that conversation. I know I told you this friend is crazy, but that’s some serious kind of crazy, is it not? Imagine walking out of your job and the life that you know for 25 years just like that.

Then, last night, we talked again. Turns out, her commitment-phobe of a boyfriend proposed marriage. The thing was, she wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. He only caught her ear when he said the magic words, and she was so surprised all she managed to get out was “What???” He didn’t say anything after that and so she had to spend the whole night obsessing about it. Did she hear him right? Did he really propose – or was he talking about marriage in a theoretical, maybe-we-could-do-it-someday sense?

She couldn’t stop thinking about it so the next day, she emailed him if he meant what he said. This is strange for two reasons. One, they live together and two, while she was emailing him, he sat only a few feet away. Yes, my friend is crazy like that. He then mailed her back to say he meant it, of course, but that he was worried because they didn’t have a lot of money and he couldn’t afford a ring and a wedding. Her reply is one for the books, and I’m blogging about it now (even if I just might end up taking this post down because this story is not mine to tell) because I really, truly feel this scene is one that that should have been in Sex and the City — it’s that cute.

She said: I don’t care about rings, and I don’t care if the wedding is smaller than my feet. I just want to be with you.

So yeah, it’s official. They haven’t set a date but they’re doing it, and one of these days, I really should ask her what size her feet are because that’s how small – or large – her wedding will be.

Meet Sage Charlotte Erzulie, born September 26. She drinks two ounces of milk every two hours, makes mewling sounds when annoyed, and hates air-conditioned rooms. She has her dad’s nose and her mom’s intractability. Oh, and she’s charming enough to inspire a surprising, are-you-sure-this-is-you burst of domesticity in a mom who never thought she’d find joy in changing diapers, waking up at the ungodly hour of six just so the little one could get some sunning, and prattling to a little person who never talks back.

A 10-minute old Charlie

Baby and grandma (that's what your daughter should call your mom's sis, isn't it - grandma?)

‘Course, you won’t be seeing any mother and child photos posted any time soon because at 30 pounds over her pre-baby weight, the mom shuns cameras and photo ops with almost religious vehemence.

A big thank you to all those who visited, called, texted, and sent their loves and well-wishes.