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When I Say I Love You, This is What I Mean.

I've not posted for awhile because of my very busy schedule. But this one surely deserves to be posted. Bravo to the writer - Bryonie Wise.

I love you. And not a day goes by that I don’t tell you.

But the silent poetry that throbs in my chest cannot be uttered in three little words—or 3,000 for that matter. Whenever I try to describe the way I feel for you, every word seems trite and hollow; the whole English language insufficient.

Maybe if I write it, raw and uncut. If I pour myself out, and breathe passion fire into these words and make them live, they might come into your heart and dance. Maybe when you read this it will take you there—to where the wild drums are beating, where pain and bliss both run together, where lovers die into each other, and are born again…

I want you to
know this feel this.

When I say “I love you,” what I really mean is that I want you. From the very first time you ran your fingers through my hair, I have longed for you—for your touch, your embrace, your taste on my lips.

You turn me on. It’s undeniable. It’s chemical. It’s electric.

When I say “I love you,” I really mean that you’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous in your heels and gowns and all your glittering finery, and even more so in your pajamas and blue jeans. When you’re not even trying, when you let go and just be carelessly, naturally you, it takes my breath away—like a sunset reflected in still water, or a starry night so clear you can see the Milky Way poured out across the sky.

When I say “I love you,” I mean that I love your form, your body, your arc and elegance. I love the curve of your neck, your breasts, your back and your hips. You embody pure woman from the curls in your hair down to your ankles and toes. Like no one else can, you awaken the man in me, the beast in me, the passion and hunger and lust.

I love how you move, your effortless grace. I love how you walk, your rhythm and sway. I love how you dance. I love how we fuck­—how we breathe and thrust and grind as one. One pulse, one pleasure, one ecstatic culmination; a prayer, a holy communion.

When I say “I love you,” I mean all of you, just as you are. I love your silliness and your playfulness, how easily we can laugh at ourselves and at life. I love your courage, your strength. I love your jealousy and insecurity. I love your (sometimes painful) honesty. I love how you really walk your talk and take responsibility for your own “stuff.” I love your willingness to face your fears and grow.

I love who you are, deep down—the timeless innocence I see in your eyes. Underneath everything you say and do I see a pure and selfless intent, a kind and compassionate soul.

When I say “I love you,” I mean I trust you. I respect you. I admire you. I adore you.

When I say “I love you,” I mean that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every time I take you for granted. I’m sorry for every time I’m too busy, too distant, too self-absorbed to make time for you. I’m sorry for every time I fall short of being the man you deserve.

When I say “I love you,” I mean that I love this dance of loving each other. I love how it constantly calls me to go deeper, to walk my talk, to own my shit, to face my fears and grow. I love sharing life with you—the triumphs and the failures, the laughter and the painful silence.

When I say “I love you,” I mean my life is better with you in it. I’m a better man because of you. And the more I come to know you, the more I want to know. I miss you when you’re not around. I’m grateful for every moment we’re together.

When I say “I love you,” I mean I want to be the one you turn to when you’re hurting. I want to be the one who listens. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to take care of you. I want to give you something to stand on in this crazy, constantly changing world.

I want to make a home and a family with you. I want you to be my partner, my lover, my Radhe—the yin to my yang. I want to wake up next to you in the morning. I want you beside me when I close my eyes at night. In a universe of infinite possibilities, on a planet of seven billion human beings, I want you.

Baby, the next time I grab you as you’re passing by, put my arms around your waist and pull you close, kiss your sweet lips, look deep into your eyes and say “I love you,” this is what I really mean:

Here I am—body and soul, sinner and saint, warrior and fool, all of my love and all of my baggage—all of me. Here I am, with open arms.

I see you—mother, daughter, sister, lover, the light and the darkness, the goddess and the scared little girl—all of you. I want you, all of you, you and only you, just as you are.

I have a place here in my heart for you. 

Ed: Bryonie Wise

Rules for a Happy Marriage

Have you ever considered the rules for a happy marriage? Do you take them on a daily dose to have a long-lasting healthy marriage life? Check out below the different versions of the rules I got from Mr. Google.

I could say, being with my hubby for over four years now, not all the rules have been followed. Though we rarely fight, there are just some nights we let our pride take over. Well, I guess it's part of a healthy relationship.

I couldn't have a long post today. So I gotta go! See you on my next post which I don't know when it will be since I've been into many things these past few weeks.

Biblical Quotes about Marriage

The LOVE of My Life, Happy Father's Day!

What is a Dad?

A dad is someone who

wants to catch you before you fall

but instead picks you up,

brushes you off,

and lets you try again.

A dad is someone who

wants to keep you from making mistakes

but instead lets you find your own way,

even though his heart breaks in silence

when you get hurt.

A dad is someone who

holds you when you cry,

scolds you when you break the rules,

shines with pride when you succeed,

and has faith in you even when you fail…

Happy Father's Day to the man of my heart, the father of my kids, the love of my life, and to the one and only man I love to bits and pieces. I'm more than blessed and grateful to be sharing life, love and parenthood with you. So glad you are here with me in this fun and crazy ride. I only can't imagine anyone who's a more loving, more caring and sweeter husband than you. You are so much more than just a “husband”. You're a partner in life whom I value so much more than you could ever know. You're the LOVE that I'll always and forever need. I know you just can't live without me (and the kids)..haha.. And I want you to know I just can't live without you too, my love. Since you came into my life, I can't imagine how life will be without you in it. We have been more than a husband and a wife, we've been each other's heart beat and each other's mind.

Thank you so much palangga for all the ways you go above and beyond each single day for our family. I, PJ and Bien are so lucky to have you in spite of the tantrums, and mood swings which most of the time you do have..Hahaha..We are grateful to have you in our lives. You make us happy.

Happy Father's Day to my Macho, Gwapo, Fabulous, Amazing, and Super Sexy Hubby! Hahahaha! I love you Mi Amore! We love you Daddy Procie!

Lots of love, hugs, kisses and cuddles,

Mommy Ahyee, Kuya PJ and Baby Bien

Motherhood is a Blessing from God

I am My Sons' Super Mom!

Not all superheroes wear capes! I'm a mother, what's your superpower?

I may not be perfect, but every time I look at my two adorable yet so naughty boys, I know I got something in my life PERFECTLY RIGHT! As quoted by Elder M. Russel Ballard: There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children. What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply.

I'm a Proud Housewife and a Work-at-Home Mom!

PJ fell asleep on the laptop.

He was so eager for me to finish, but fell asleep. Poor little child!

Any work-at-home mothers will know that it's difficult to be taken seriously. Most men think we're not really devoted to our job. For all the narrow-minded men out there, let me tell you this: We, mothers, who work from home put in a 12-hour shift or so caring for small children and then work long into the night. We work when we can, in a sudden flurry, in fits and starts, because it leaves us with no choice. We work at weekends. We work in the evenings until the break of dawn. We work at nap time. And more often than not, we work while baby sitting a crying child on our knee. We try to get up before the children wake up, so we can squeeze in an extra hour, though we just had slept. We rarely get lunch breaks on time, and what supposedly be drank hot; we take it cold. We work because we must – whether for financial reason; or we need to keep up a career so that when the children grow up, we have left something for ourselves; or we need the stimulation; or for all these reasons.

I never thought of becoming a housewife. I had always seen myself working, until I gave birth to my second child, my entire outlook on life changed. I saw the difference between a working-mom from being a work-at-home mom, and between a breast-fed child from not. My first child, PJ, was just 3 months old when I had to get back to work and was nearly 4 months when I stopped breastfeeding him. I could clearly remember how he had gotten sick most of the time, like every 2-3 months we had to go to his doctor to have him checked. And it was costly. Nevertheless, as soon as I started staying at home, PJ, who was about one and a half year old that time, had never been to the doctor up to now. He is turning three next month. Of course, there are times he was sick, but because I am home, I know how to manage his illness that there is no need to bring him to his pedia. Cough, colds and high-fever never failed to pay him a visit every time he was teething. It was a suffering for both of us. Thank God, his teeth are complete now. My second son, the youngest, Bien, was rarely sick. He went to the doctor twice only on his entire existence. He is, by the way, one and five months old. Oh, the benefits of breast milk! I tell you it is highly exceptional and simply incomparable! Teething was not a problem for Bien and I, and I hope it will never be one until he gets his set of teeth complete.

Parents at home, may they be men or women, who work while looking after their tykes, should be appreciated for running businesses from home or for working virtually at home in whatever area they have picked out. Not disdained or discriminated against. To be described as just as a housewife who is earning a pin money while the husband does the actual providing disparages everything women have fought for. I didn't like the way I was treated when I traded my briefcase for my diaper bag. And just like a shot, I felt to be a humdrum, or that's what my parents made me feel. So, here's a shout-out to all homemakers, it is okay to be home, and if you are going to do it, do it proudly!

After being on both sides of the fence, this I can tell you, being a full-time homemaker as well as a full-time work-at-home mom is the hardest job there is in this freaking universe. There is nothing more important than your family. If you are lucky enough to be home, embrace it!