Love, and lots love

I am excited and nervous at the same time. It's wedding time.

Not mine but my former student's. He invited me months ago to be his godparent on his grand loving day. And this after more than five years of not seeing him personally after graduation. Is not that wonderful?

At first, I didnt think so for two reasons. First, old people would say, it's bad luck to be a godparent who is not yet married. He or she will never get married as the superstition says. But then I am not superstitious anymore and besides marriage is not everything. Second, I have no idea what will be my role in the lives of the newly weds building their lives together. I don't want to screw up things with my guidance. Well, maybe that's why it is a must that you are married so that, as a godparent, you'll have meaningful advises to the couple. That makes sense. But my excitement and appreciation conquers my fear.

Like what I said, he remembers me after 6 years of no personal communication and gets me as his "ninang." I feel honored. I must have said or done something worthwhile to deserve this in spite of my status and belief. And I am very grateful.

After all, despite of the said superstition and bad luck, love conquers all.