pride

ravenski1It is always a source of high when total strangers give good words about Raven. It started sometime last month when, while attending the baptismal of a friend’s son, a geek with an SLR whom I haven’t seen before suddenly sprung from nowhere to snap photos of our little bird.

“Jesus Christ!” I yelled. “Better put a lease on that one.” Then I plunged into this loud, paranoid spiel on window-shopping kidnappers and scums who are out to get me and my family just because I sport long hair and refuse to play their insipid games. It was only through the intervention of my wife Charmaine that I realized what was going on. Fear and alarm transmogrified into pride and joy. Raven has just won her first fan.

I remember this because something like it happened several times over the weekend: Friday night in Gateway Mall where we had dinner with my father, and Saturday afternoon in Starmall while running an errand. Total strangers would look at our Raven, smile and say, “Ang cute!” or “Ang chubby!” (At four months, Raven looks bigger for her age, many say). Some would say it openly to us, others to their companion. Whatever the case was, those were rare moments that we’re glad people didn’t keep their words to themselves.

fatherhood…

karlbeb

… is rock n’ roll.

Holding Raven is like shredding with an Ibañez Mikro before a humongous crowd.

positive

positive

The most beautiful – and much awaited – two lines for me and my wife.