I am no love guru.  In fact, I've failed many times at it, even up to this day.  I am now married to my best friend, my soulmate, and my everything.  But before that, it was one hell of a road to get to where we are now.

I came from a failed marriage when I was in my early 20s.  I know now that I was indeed too young back then to be experiencing all the heartaches and downfalls I had.  And yet, I still didn't stop committing love and falling-in-love mistakes after that.  Finally, when I was sober, in my late 20s, 27 to be exact, I prayed to God, to keep me focused on what really matters, my son Dandre, my job, and in serving HIM.

While it may be true that you have heard that cliche a million times, but forgive me because I just had a very happy experience earlier when I got home from work.

I was the most exhausted and haggard-looking me coming home to my still awake 9 year old son at past 10 pm.  He stayed awake because he prepared a surprise for me!

After giving my "pasalubong" or treats to him, he dragged me to his room and showed me this: