Hola! Almost the end of week 3/52 and here's what went down over the weekend for me, or more like, for him. First thing first, my boy commissioned! And I felt like the proudest girl alive on that particular day to be very honest. Boy if you were to accumulate all of the things I've said to you on a daily basis over the past six months, it'd be exactly everything I want you to know in a nutshell — you survived, we survived. Even though I know with that crazy determination of yours, you would have pulled through anyway, I still feel an immense wave of euphoria for you.
Um, please also know that we (your mom, dad, sis and I) still hold a very great amount of love for you even though throughout the entire one hour parade, we stared/cheered/waved vigorously at the wrong guy hahahaha. To think we still had so much -double confirm plus chop- confidence that THAT was you.
what happens when your boyfriend's sister make you both kiss so that she can take an adorable picture, in front of a bunch of officers.
Right, so the following day was the commissioning ball at RWS. I went for karaoke with R and his family and ended up going to sleep at 4:00am the night before, so I felt like a total bed potato the moment I opened my eyes on Sunday. But then again, it's not everyday you get to put on a fancy gown and wear heels that make you feel like Cinderella AND also ogle at your man donned in suit so I made myself roll out of bed despite all the laziness in me. And I had a good experience at comms ball!
This is all the more why I feel touched by all your little acts of love. Congratulations to you once again my occifer, I am very very proud of you *salutes*
