We visited our wedding venue in Tagaytay. Between the two of us, we barely had 4 hours of sleep because of some last minute internet research we had done the night before.
The rest of the day was filled with one meeting after another, before we were able to drive back to his home. We had a quick dinner and then we were just dead to the world for two hours -- him on the couch, and me on the bed in the TV room, while Ate Baby watched Maalaala Mo Kaya.
During the day, as is often the case when I am hungry or I lack sleep, I sort of turn on Jotham and become unreasonably upset with him.
But, as is always the case -- he is ever so patient, and gracious, and kind. It makes me so ashamed that I am capable of such pettiness. Especially since we had quite a productive day. We now have our venue, and got ourselves a potentially sweet deal on the bridal suite.
When I'm upset, Jotham just holds my hand and asks for a kiss on the cheek. I oblige him, sometimes grudgingly. But he is always so loving. Sometimes I want to cry, because --apart from God, and probably my parents -- I've never been loved so well.
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