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True Love

My two loves. . . Mishca requested for this photo for Valentines.

                                February 12, 2019

 

These are the last pictures to be taken before. . . . . . . . . . boo-hoo. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Zach chipped his front teeth.

He ran and fell down on the cobbled stones. Too fast for me or Daddy to catch him.

Mishca cried harder than Zach.

She stooped down in that dark area to look for his broken teeth.

It took a while, but she found one piece. It was heart-wrenching for us.

“If I could only turn back time, ” Mishca kept repeating in between tears as we headed home.

That’s how much she loves her baby brother.

Zach is fine now, chomping on everything  with abandon. He doesn’t seem as affected as she is. Now she is praying for complete restoration, checking his teeth periodically. Love between siblings, I realized, can also be this intense.

I have always admired the amazing connection these two have. Although both have strong personalities, they tolerate each other very well. When Mishca goes into her “gigil” mode by  pinching his cheeks and slobbering him with kisses, he is quite chill about it. You seldom see him get irritated with her antics.

Mishca can make Zach laugh like nobody else could. Watching them play and laugh together fills me with wonder. If she is sleeping and he wakes up earlier than her, he would stroke her face, attempt to open her eyes with his pudgy fingers and call out, “Achie, Achie,” the Hokkien term for big sister, which is what he started calling her the moment he learned to speak. And you won’t hear a complaint from this headstrong girl who usually does not want to be disturbed while deep in slumber.

Best of all, I seldom see jealousy in her eyes when I give Zach cuddles and kisses. She just understands, because she loves him just as much.  I love and sometimes envy the bond that they have and I pray that it would grow stronger as they get older.

This Valentines, it’s good to be reminded of  what true love is all about:

If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don’t have love, I have become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but don’t have love, I am nothing. If I dole out all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but don’t have love, it profits me nothing.

Love is patient and is kind; love doesn’t envy. Love doesn’t brag, is not proud, doesn’t behave itself inappropriately, doesn’t seek its own way, is not provoked, takes no account of evil; doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies, they will be done away with. Where there are various languages, they will cease. Where there is knowledge, it will be done away with. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; 10 but when that which is complete has come, then that which is partial will be done away with. 11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. Now that I have become a man, I have put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, even as I was also fully known. 13 But now faith, hope, and love remain—these three. The greatest of these is love. –1 Corinthians 13 (World English Bible)

 

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