babypink

the friends you make in high school are the friends you keep for life.

they are the people
who made the horrors of puberty bearable,
who held your hair back after you barfed from your first drinking binge,
who listened to the blow-by-blow of each conversation you had with your high school crush,
who gave your phone number to the cute guy at the soiree who was too shy to ask for it himself,
who lent you hairspray when yours ran out,
who went to your debut and gladly danced in your cotillon de honor when they really don't dance,
who gave you mixed tapes of the beach boys, mike francis, and fra lippo lippi even when it wasn't your birthday,
who cried with you when the boy you loved for eight years fell out of love with you.

they eventually grow up and become married women and transform into these shimmering, lustrous, magical creatures called mothers.
who give birth to an amazing baby boy named gabriel, who even inside the womb, had a big naughty grin on his face.

Gabriel

who looks just like his mother
who is the first pamangkin of the sisterhood that is my high school barkada
who will be showered with good thoughts and blessings from his four favorite aunties, none of whom have met him yet
who is the most loved little baby boy in the world.

to my babypink sisters, carol crissy liza mayose, you are the loves of my life, and have been for the past 20 years. i don't get to tell you that too often, but you are.

to first nephew baby gabriel, auntie wissa sends you big hugs and kisses and will teach you to dance the roger rabbit and the running man.