I've had a super-busy and stressful last couple of days, hence, my absence here. But this afternoon I got this text from Jordan, and suddenly, the tensions in my shoulders and back disappeared. And my heart melted.
"Ninang Mae, we should go ice skating. I remember the last time was about 2008. I remember it was ate (pr. a-teh, meaning: big sister), you and me. Remember that?"* ("Ninang" means godmother.)
He's right - the last time I took him ice skating was in 2008. The funny thing is that he was three at the time.
Yesterday, on the way to church, I asked him how his newborn niece was doing. His response: She doesn't care about the world. All she does is sleep, cry, eat, and poop. I couldn't help but laugh.
When I think of Jordan I think maybe he's the reason I don't have kids just yet. I don't think we'd have the kind of relationship we do if I did. Or it would just be different. He'd have to share me with someone. And right now, he's not meant to. He's the little man in my life. The love of my life.
I remember a couple of months ago, Jordan got really upset with me for snapping at him and scolding him. So, he refused to answer my text messages and calls. A couple of days later, I told my dad that I was sad because Jordan was mad at me. A few minutes later, I got this text from Jordan: "I <3 U." Then, he called me: I love you, he said. I wasn't mad at you. I love you!
How can I not be crazy about that boy?
*Just as a disclaimer, my six-year-old nephew doesn't have a cell phone. He uses his sister's phone. :)
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