“Breathe.”
This is the very word I told myself as I nervously anticipated my first exhibit in New York last year. It was September and the city was bursting with life. But so much had happened since.
When I first moved to the States, I was always sad, homesick and missing everyone back in Manila. I have never lived far away from my parents since birth. My parents were so strict that they did not allow sleepovers during my teen years.
God's wisdom must have been at play when dad met mom in an elevator almost five decades ago. A love story for the books, they were blessed with three girls who grew up in a happy, loving, and comfortable home.
Meet the love of my life, my best friend, my gorgeous wife Sheila. She works as an executive at the inpatient operations in one of Singapore’s hospitals. She is a great cook. Very meticulous and dedicated in all things.
I met Sandy around 18 years ago. Our paths crossed when we joined their Couples for Christ household (or cell group) where we would meet at least twice a month and over time, I was drawn to her because of her quiet charm and intelligence.