Sunday, February 15, 2009

Letters to Marge (Chapter 7): Happy Valentine’s, Margaret…

Dear Marge…

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. As holidays go, “V-Day,” “Hearts Day,” “Love Day,” the annoyingly mispronounced “Valen-Time,” or whatever it is they choose to side label February 14, is a very minor holiday. Mostly just hyped by big corporations to try and make a minor sales rebound immediately after the expected January slump.

Anyways, I have a confession to make.

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon with a lady who isn’t your mother. A nice lady who was gorgeous, funny, laughed a lot, has a beautiful smile, a great appetite, but a little on the heavy side. We had a bit of bibingka, split a halo-halo, bought her a stuffed Piglet to commemorate the day, then ran around Robinsons Galleria for another couple of hours.

That lady was you.

Your cousin Bernadette’s prom was creeping in, and your mom and I promised to take her shopping here in Manila (your cousin lives in Tarlac). But since Bernadette was the shy type, your mom decided to get some girl power going with your cousin and sent us away for a few hours. just you and me, kiddo...

So yes, on your first Valentine date, you had your first bibingka, your first halo-halo, and it was the first time you chose your own gift.

It was also a day I will never forget for the as long as I live.


Catch you later…

Love,

Dad