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Tita Fe, over lunch today, was telling us about her dream when she was still young. A disclaimer was laid clear at the onset, saying she too did not understand where she got this from.

She narrated that at her youth, she'd dream of having a daughter whose name is Melodia and a boyfriend by the name of Jeffrey. She grew up not marrying but she said her dream came into fruition when her nephew got married to a Melodia, that is Ate Millette for us, and her niece to Geoffrey, me--a variation of the name Jeffrey. Now, dreams do come true in some form, she beamed and I smiled within.

I don't know what got to her, what brought that particular memory back but it affected me positively. I'm not even sure if it's her way of affirming our (both Ate Millette's and my own) existence in the family or just one of those funny, amazing, or cute blast from the past stories she'd narrate all too frequently. Whatever the reason (or the lack of) of that narration, that was a good omen. Nothing to brag about but, I'd like to think that, contrary to what I've been feeling the past few weeks, I have a place in Tita Fe's heart--a place dedicated by cosmic forces long before I met my wife. (Now, that's pushing it. But then again, it's true! Bah. Enough.)

Welcome to me in their family! I don't know where this is headed--expectations? responsibilities? more of them? For now, it's enough to just savor the good chi from Tita Fe.

Plugged into: Paris Hilton's Stars are Blind