I knew he was the one when he patiently took my hand as I was nervously getting down from that waterfall I once bravely climbed. I knew he was the one when we passionately talked about six sigma, lean manufacturing and all other Quality tools without ever getting bored. I knew he was the one when he played the guitar and sang with it. I knew he was the one when he ran and exercised with me. I knew he was the one when he ate rice, adobo, afritada and mangoes with much gusto.
I know he is the one when I can just talk to him about anything under the sun. I know he is the one when he knows when to push me when I’m slacking off. I know he is the one when he comforts me when I’m at my lowest point.
I know he will be the one when we watch our children grow. I know he will be the one when we grow old together.
I knew he was, is and will always be Muj Milacku.
I didn’t know it was possible to love somebody else more than myself. I didn’t know how to be a mother until I had him. I wasn’t sure miracles still existed until he was born.