Yes, he's the big guy in our lives, practically the only one because we're a houseful of women and girls, except for my youngest daughter who lives and works overseas like many OFWs seeking the proverbial green pasture.
Yesterday afternoon we all got ready to dress up in colorful attire for a friend's birthday out in Panorama Cafe at Mother's Garden in Upper Fairview, Quezon Hill. We knew how Mr. Big Guy turns wimpy when it comes to parking on slanted roads or maneuvering narrow curved roads when the weather is uncooperative so he decided early on that we would cab it to the venue.
But there was wee Ms. Kai, all of 14 months old, and who we couldn't expose to the rain and cold, no matter how warmly she was dressed. So Tats, as she calls her Grumpa, conceded and agreed to drive us to town, park his car at the office, then we all hailed and rode a fairly new-and-clean-looking cab for the ride to Quezon Hill as the fog turned milky thick.
We sat at one end of the long table. He sat at the other end with his guy friends. Every now and then, Kai would catch a of glimpse of him, smile her entrancing smile with her eyes turning smaller and her charm turned on a notch higher, and Mr. Big Guy would push back his chair and walk towards us to pick up the baby now turned toddler and take her around so she could get a better vantage point in viewing The View.
My friends in Baguio, Toottee Pacis and Therese Jison, always like to tell me something I have long accepted as a given in our family life today--that Kai has the only guy in our lives 'round her little pinky. Here's the evidence. And so we wish him our loving and lovable best on Father's Day!
Photos by Babeth Lolarga
Yesterday afternoon we all got ready to dress up in colorful attire for a friend's birthday out in Panorama Cafe at Mother's Garden in Upper Fairview, Quezon Hill. We knew how Mr. Big Guy turns wimpy when it comes to parking on slanted roads or maneuvering narrow curved roads when the weather is uncooperative so he decided early on that we would cab it to the venue.
But there was wee Ms. Kai, all of 14 months old, and who we couldn't expose to the rain and cold, no matter how warmly she was dressed. So Tats, as she calls her Grumpa, conceded and agreed to drive us to town, park his car at the office, then we all hailed and rode a fairly new-and-clean-looking cab for the ride to Quezon Hill as the fog turned milky thick.
We sat at one end of the long table. He sat at the other end with his guy friends. Every now and then, Kai would catch a of glimpse of him, smile her entrancing smile with her eyes turning smaller and her charm turned on a notch higher, and Mr. Big Guy would push back his chair and walk towards us to pick up the baby now turned toddler and take her around so she could get a better vantage point in viewing The View.
My friends in Baguio, Toottee Pacis and Therese Jison, always like to tell me something I have long accepted as a given in our family life today--that Kai has the only guy in our lives 'round her little pinky. Here's the evidence. And so we wish him our loving and lovable best on Father's Day!
Photos by Babeth Lolarga
1 comment:
Happy Father's Day Tito Rolly! :)
Post a Comment