|My Dad brought uncle Al and my grandparents
home from Manila airport on May 21, 1998. They got to Baguio at about 11PM
that day, and, of course, Dad woke me up from my deep sleep to meet them.
We didn't even make it all the way down the stairway when I fell back to
sleep! Dad and Mom did wake me up when they got me downstairs to meet my
Hawaii relatives. I felt kinda cranky and all about being awakened late
at night, and I promptly asked for Mom to bring me back to bed. Then, I
suddenly felt the urge to play with them, so I made Mom bring me back downstairs
to socialize! I finally went back to sleep at 1AM. I did feel a bit scared
towards my grandpa, but, after that night, I never felt that fear again.
My baptism was held on May 24, 1998, at 11AM. Lots of relatives, most of whom I'd never met before, came to Baguio to help us out in having me baptized, and, of course, in celebrating the occasion of my special day. I actually slept through most of the actual ceremony, so, I can't say a whole lot about my actual baptism. But, I can say that I didn't cry a whole lot! I did notice that it was kind of crowded in the cathedral, with so many other kids getting baptized as well.
After the ceremony ended, with me baptized as a Roman Catholic, we all headed to Hotel Supreme for my reception. The actual place where the reception was held (Margarita Hall) was pretty big. They had a stuffed toys display made in the hall, so, of course, I took some time to play with those. Then, at about 12 noon, the guests started coming in. My Dad had a brief entertainment package planned out for everyone, which went as follows:
1. Dad played "My Heart Will Go On" on the piano. He messed up on one
part, but otherwise, everyone really loved his performance, probably because
the song is so popular.
After the entertainment, lunch was served! A 4 course meal with soup and dessert was da bomb! Too bad I didn't get to try anything other than the soup...:(
After lunch was done, it was time to cut my baptismal cakes! One was vanilla, the other was chocolate. Both had white frosting. Grandma Vilma had the idea of asking all of my godparents to slice the cakes. So, they all lined up for a hockey's-end-of-a-series style handshaking session, and then proceeded to slice the cakes for everyone else to enjoy. Dad had the nerve to put white frosting all over my face after the cake-slicing!
Anyways, here's my godparents team roster!
In the days that followed, I had lots of fun playing with, talking to, and basically hanging out with my grandma and grandpa. In fact, in the 2+ weeks that I got to spend with my grandparents, I learned quite a few things:
Dad went with grandma and grandpa to the airport, and didn't get back
home until after my afternoon visit to the doctor. When I saw Dad, I felt
happy, because I thought he came home with my grandparents. But, I looked
around, and only saw Dad. So, I thought, maybe if I had Dad help me with
my sit-ups, grandma and grandpa would stop hiding, and come to me and smile
and laugh and everything they always did when I did one of things they
taught me. I did 5 sit-ups with Dad, and after each one, I kept looking
around, hoping to see them smile at me. Then, uncle Allen came home, and
I looked around to see if grandma and grandpa came with him. I went with
uncle Al to look in their room for them, but they weren't there. I looked
everywhere for them that day, but couldn't find them. Tears kind of welled
up in my eyes, but I didn't cry. I do somewhat miss them, though, and occasionally
I'd still look around for them when I walk in my walker, or roll over on
the bed, or, of course, do my sit-up. I'll tell you what, though: I can't
wait to see grandma, grandpa, and uncle Al again!!!