after visiting the strawberry farms at benguet, my mother came back to the hotel with muddy sandals. later, i saw my father in the restroom, holding one of the pairs of my mother's sandals, cleaning it - wiping the mud off the sandals carefully, saying "so that your mama wouldn't have to walk with dirty sandals."
such act of love makes my heart full. and makes me wish that one day, i will have someone who loves me as much as my father loves my mother.