Chicken Boy celebrates his 6th birthday (with me!)

This year, we celebrate each of our birthdays together for the 6th time! We started dating while he was 18 and I was 17, and boy did time fly. From college kids who once (emphasis on the once) cut classes to go on a spontaneous trip to Tagaytay (can’t do that now though, because work), fast food dates in between academics and extracurricular activities and saving up for two months so we could go to Manila Ocean Park – to paying bills, shitty working days, ditching fast food dates for restaurants and actually saving up our hard earned money to go on actual trips.. It feels so weird knowing that I have been part of a quarter of C’s life and have transitioned with him from the carefree teenage years to (somewhat more) adult life. It’s a good weird kind of feeling, though because I know I would not mind spending the rest of our birthdays together (..and all that comes with that territory hihi). #KESO

After the baking spree that happened (C’s birthday cupcakes!), I surprised C by going to their home in Laguna. He knew we will be having dinner for his birthday but unaware that I took the whole day off from work. Hihihi. It was raining like crazy on his birthday and I was in a skirt with 2 dozens of cupcakes in one hand and an umbrella in another. I had to call him to pick me up from a waiting shed. He thought I was joking. 😀

We were supposed to go out to eat but it was raining really bad that we decided to order from McDonald’s drive thru (C loves his nuggets!) and simply went on a movie marathon at his house. However, we had to leave soon after that since I insisted on making the arrangements for his birthday dinner. We both have not been in a bus together since we last went on a trip (to Pagbilao) and it was nice to actually get to lay my head on his arm while I nap. I rarely get to do that now since when we go out, he’s usually driving. And yes, I brought him to Sofitel’s Spiral – my birthday treat for him! We spent three hours EATING. You read that right! Haha! We usually spend a maximum of an hour and a half inside buffets because we get full easily. For some reason, even after our three hours of throwing both our diets out the window, we didn’t feel that bloated. It must have something to do with the excellent service that brings me tea (and coffee for C) whenever we ran out of it in our table. 🙂

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