Seriously, Joseph and I have really noticed the very significant drop in the frequency of our spats now that we’re married and sharing a home. We’re going on our 7th month. I guess the wedding sort of placed everything that was out of order finally in place. Whoever was against it could not do anything now but hold their peace. Hahaha! Basically, though we know that the wedding is not a fairy tale ending, we believe that our relationship has finally landed on shore after going through many turbulent storms. It was purely God’s grace that our ship didn’t sink.
But of course, it’s not all bed of roses for the new Mr. and Mrs. Palarca. We still don’t agree on certain things BUT we don’t have those melodramatic encounters anymore. (Well not lately, hehe.) We have learned to be more spiritual about our approach on many issues. I also have learned to be more patient with him. And he has learned to be more vocal about his opinions on certain actions that I have taken; reminding me each time to wipe away my frown with a smile. :-) We have become each other’s accountability partner.
I think the most sensitive issue that we had to wrestle with so far happened sometime in June. It was a family matter and for the first time I felt the burden of being caught in the middle. It was a delicate choice between him and my family, and of course as a Christian wife, I know better that my priority is my husband. Anyway, I wouldn’t delve into the details of that. The only thing I could tell you is that in some way I put my marriage in a compromising situation and I needed to make up to Joseph.
We were only about to celebrate our 2nd month of marriage at that time and a “storm” was already threatening to rain on our parade. Talk about cutting the honeymoon short. So I decided to make up to my husband by surprising him with a romantic weekend getaway – just the 2 of us – away from my nephew, my family… the world.
That fateful weekend of June 19, I had a romantic villa waiting for us at Casa San Pablo, Laguna. At around lunch time, I picked up Joseph from his office and he was happily speechless. With a rented chauffeured car and his clothes already packed for him, I “kidnapped” my husband for a 2nd honeymoon.
Alas, God had other plans for us that weekend. Just as soon as we arrived at the inn, Typhoon Frank also checked in. What a spoilsport! We drove all the way to Quezon province just to be stuck indoors, flooded and with no electricity. Don’t even mention the onslaught of giant gamo-gamo insects and the toads flocked outside our villa. Flies, frogs, storm, darkness… hmmm, sound familiar?
We had planned on enjoying the gardens of Casa San Pablo and the fresh air but God decided to give us another kind of experience. God said: Less romance for now. More reflection! Typhoon Frank could have easily ruined our mood but through prayer, we were able to have a “picnic in the storm”. There was no one to blame. Things like these happen and God knows what other “storms” we would be encountering in our marriage, especially now that we have signed up for the emotional roller-coaster ride called “Making a Baby”.
Putting the thought of wasted money aside and the fear of being stranded for a few more days, my husband and I held each other in the dark and thanked God for that moment. It was a lovely opportunity to build up on our intimacy not just with each other, but with God as well.
P.S. We still recommend people, families and especially couples to go to Casa San Pablo. Despite the typhoon black-out, the bed and breakfast staff managed to prepare the sumptuous dishes that Laguna is famous for.
We obviously didn't get to go around and take a lot of photos. Here are just a couple of snapshots taken before Typhoon Frank finally went ballistic ...
Behind me is the private rest house of the Casa San Pablo matriarch
Good thing there were board games to get busy with
They served Laguna-style food. Yummy!
We rented the Casita. And as you can see, it's quite inspiring to be intimate in here.
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