Homecoming

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Last week, I watched one of my dearest friends got married. It’s a funny feeling because as students in college, you think you’d be young forever.

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And then days like this come and you realise how much you’ve all grown. Perhaps not in all the same way but beside each other. And suddenly being on different paths doesn’t seem so scary at all.Image

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This is Bea and AM and the wedding gown.

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Bea’s family makes the best comfort food. They have a restaurant in Katipunan (Red Roaster at Esteban Abada Street) I always found an excuse to go there and I’m sure Bea and Ryan will make excellent home cooked dinners one day. I can only imagine.

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This is Ryan with his parents. I swear that look on Ryan’s face when he saw Bea– that’s how we should be looked at.

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This moment has an automatic tear switch with it.
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Ladies and Gentlemen,

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This photo right here is a foreshadowing of the dancing that is to come.

C95A0158Tito Raul and Bea having their what people call the “Last Dance”. This means it’s the last one they have as father and daughter because now..

C95A0166Ryan together with all the other boys prepared a surprise dance number for the Bride.C95A0168C95A0183By the looks of it she really enjoyed it.
C95A0198And then the usual but really really entertaining wedding games happen and it’s even more fun because everyone else is game to accept the challenges. I guess it’s like that when good things happen.

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We spend our entire lives traveling only to find home. Welcome home Ryan and Bea!

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