July 19, 2025, was one of those heartwarming days stitched with simple joys and the comfort of familiar faces. It had been a while since we last saw Joe and Mercy—our dear friends who have stood by us since we first stepped foot in Vancouver. The last time we gathered was shortly after Norzang’s birth, and life had moved so quickly since then.
At around 1:30 in the afternoon, Joe and Mercy arrived to pick us up. We first made our way to their home, where Joemar, ever thoughtful, had brought along pizza and juice so we could share a small meal together. As laughter echoed and Netflix played softly in the background, the warmth of friendship settled in.
After a while, they asked if we’d like to go out somewhere. We agreed, and our little adventure took us to Tsawwassen Mills—a sprawling mall just a short drive from Richmond. It was a first for all three of us—my wife, myself, and little Norzang—and the place was bustling with summer shoppers. Amid the sea of people, we picked out a pair of shoes, while Mercy and Joemar, in their ever-generous spirit, showered Norzang with clothes. We remain endlessly grateful for the way they care for us, like extended family.
Their presence in our lives has been a blessing. From day one, through every big and small moment, they’ve been there—helping, guiding, and quietly lifting us up. I often wonder how we’ll ever return all the kindness they’ve poured into our lives. I hope we can, someday.
As for Norzang, true to his nature, he remained calm and cheerful throughout the day—his little eyes wide with curiosity, his tiny hands reaching out toward the newness of it all. He didn’t cry much, making everything easier and even more enjoyable.
It was a full day in every sense—filled with love, gratitude, new experiences, and quiet contentment. A memory to carry forward.
Written on July 21, 2025, at 5:37 p.m. while returning from Burnaby.
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