This, above all:

This, above all: To be God's best for The Coach and for Anna

Monday, May 29, 2006


Maybe I don’t pay The Coach enough compliments or maybe he feels guilty for only recently picking up on the chores he abandoned, or why else would he dance around me whenever I approach our bathroom, chortling, “Look how white the tiles are” or “Hmmm, ang bango ng banyo.”

I can’t blame him. I do my own share of fishing as well.

“Honey,” I asked one day when I felt bloated. “Am I beautiful?”

“Maganda ka naman,” he said. Stoutly.

“Naman?!?” I shrieked, piqued at the qualifier. “Why is there a naman?!?” The good man, never knowing what hit him, had to stop what he was doing to explain the ramifications of “naman.” Being Cebuana to the core, I didn’t believe him entirely. It would’ve been simpler if he had used the term “quite”—all I would’ve done was ask whether he was using the word in the American sense (somewhat) or the British sense (entirely).

But I never learn. Last night before we slept, I snuggled up to him and asked, “Honey, am I a good wife?”

“Of course you are, sweetie,” he said, readily but not too hastily or else I’d suspect it was a stock answer (I am impossible, am I not?).

“But I want to be a better wife,” I said.

“Okay,” he said, quick to the draw. “Then you wash the dishes.”

Remind me never to go fishing again.


charo said...

"And de moral ob da lesson ob da storeh es..."

See, this is why I don't ask if I'm good. I tell him to tell me I am... or else!


jonjoaquin said...


Jason said...

Ah, I can only say: Be careful what you fish for...

dai said...


ayen said...

why do i feel so good after reading this... ",

Ree said...

heehee...i guess that's why it says, "let another praise you, not your own mouth; a stranger, not your own lips." hehe.

but i have to admit, sometimes The Hubby needs lots of (sometimes blatant) prodding to give me those lovely words i like to hear. tsk, tsk. must retrain ;p