..What made me say Yes..

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The long wait was over.

It's been months of planning. Days of meetings. Changes that almost cracked the brain of both parties. Patience tested in most daunting ways.

I finally said Yes.

Not to wedding bells but to the Blue Print of our little kitchen.

It's a dream for me and my sister to finally have our little home renovated.

But that didn't come easy.

We went through a lot of pains. And when I say a lot, that almost costs more than our 6-figure budget.

I'm a type of a person who's cynical with almost everything. And winning my trust is like a jackpot prize in Lotto. So when I say I trust you, you're an instant millionaire (from a non-materialistic point of view). 

It started smooth from planning over a cup of coffee and simple dinner to a point of settling everything to the smallest details. Given my meticulous queries every now and then, my sister and our Architect are just waiting for my go signal.

But the inevitable happened. To cut the story short, it didn't went the way it was planned. Everything was put on hang. I can feel the friction every time Robz and I are conversing. Which is not a normal occurrence between us.

One day, while I was waiting for the bus, I sent a message to my sister. "Yes, proceed with the renovation".

That night before I said my yes, I remember how Robz left her office and all her pending works just to attend with the meeting(s) for the Blue Print. How she sacrificed her weekend serving the ministry for all the tasks I put on her shoulder. How she traveled from traffic jam so as not to missed the flight to Bacolod. How she remained composed with all my nags from end to end.

Is it worth to exchange my relationship with my sister over the dream we both planned together? And what about realizing the plan, yet, losing the person you build the dream with?

I can't afford. 

I set aside my own emotions. How angry and disappointed I was with our Engineer. I'm sure he'll have a torn tympanic membrane with my "soft" feed backs. But I chose to remember what Robz said to me. "Choose peace by loving".

I did.

And the feeling was liberating.

When I get home and would spend coffee in the kitchen, I will not remember the pains of how it was built. 

I'll remember the warmth it taught me.
And the reasons that made me say Yes.

Because LOVE is Learning to Overlook offenses and Valuing the person's importance Explicitly.

Ok, let's restore the tympanic membrane ;)

To err is human.

To forgive is divine.