Idiosyncrasies

I couldn’t contain my excitement. I wanted to cry, laugh and take pictures… but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, and risk having it not happen ever again, now could I?

It was the first time I ever saw my parents holding hands while walking. Oh wait, scratch the while walking, it was the first time I EVER saw them holding hands period (excluding singing the Our Father in church)

I had this silly smile plastered to my face the entire night, and mom couldn’t help but laugh at my reaction (my chinky eyes went as wide as they possibly could and my jaw dropped for…like… a full minute before I noticed).

I know this is no big deal for other people, they even have to tell their parents to "get a room"… but for me… oh my gosh it was undoubtedly one of the highlights of my life so far. Y’know… when you get this warm fuzzy feeling inside you and it just has to get out somehow…

For those of you who have met my parents and really know them… I’m sure you share my excitement and are getting just as kilig as I did. For those of you who don’t  know them (or me for that matter)… erm…  why are you reading this again? Hahaha. Anyway, my  mom is one of the warmest people you will ever meet… plus she has this really fun kalog side. My dad is her exact opposite. He’s reserved, serious, and is NOT expressive or affectionate (but he shows he cares in other ways of course). They met in college and their love story reminds me of a fairy-tale or  perhaps a movie plot… but the thing is, they aren’t showy, not at home and especially not in public…

… and seeing them holding hands while walking, completely oblivious to what they were actually doing… was magical.

For me anyway.