I remember the first time my parents left me and my sister for a trip. I was 10 years old and my sister was 7, and they were going to Europe for two weeks so we had to stay at my Lola's house.
And I remember crying every night from the day
they left us to the day they came back because I was homesick
and I missed them so much. I was always a clingy kid.
Cut to, 18 years later, I am crying---no, sobbing---in my (then) fiancè's car a week before our wedding. And when he asked me what was wrong, all I could say was, "Nothing, I'm just going to miss my family and my home." as if Makati had a different time zone from Alabang.
I felt silly. But I knew I was crying because
the reality of leaving my home and my family
has never been stronger until that moment.
My poor fiancé just looked at me helplessly trying to figure out how to "fix" my problem.
Later that night, I crawled into my parents' bed, all 28 years of me, and cried like my 10 year old self in my mama and papa's arms. Hay, all those teleseryes I did in the past turned me into a drama queen! Ha ha! I guess it's because my parents created such a beautiful and loving environment growing up that I never actually went through the "I need my own space!" or an "I can't wait to get out of here!" phase.
And while I couldn't wait to get married and live
with BJ and start a new life with him, I knew I needed
to prepare myself to leave my home to help build a new
one for me, my husband, and our future family.
Come Saturday night, a week before the wedding, I was already anticipating emotional waterworks during my despedida de soltera. But the opposite happened! Suffice it to say my parents decided to send me off with a party that had GIL FAMILY written all over it.
While our immediate families have already had the chance to get to know each other in several occasions, this was going to be the first time for our extended families. And we're talking TWO extremely musical families in one venue. Everyone was just going up to the stage to jam! It was truly a night to remember!
Rockeoke + overflowing wine + great food + my dad's crazy dance moves + an awkaward growing up video of myself + touching toasts + lots of well wishes + two fun and loving families made for a truly unforgettable evening.
The despedida de soltera helped me realize that I wasn't LEAVING my family. Instead, I would be GROWING my family! The wedding was not just going to be a union of two people, but a coming together of two families. Two beautiful, musical, God-fearing families.
At that moment I was so grateful that I was going
to marry into a family whose fun, loving,
and sincere vibe reminded me so much of mine.
I am proud to say that I was able to hold back the waterworks the entire evening. But once in a while, when I'm back to my 10 year old self, BJ is quick to drop me off at my parents' house and leave me there while he's at work. ;p
Enjoy these photos by the team of Zeus Martinez @shootatanylight :)