And counting.
That’s how long we’ve been Mister & Missus, yet it feels like just yesterday that we made those vows.
It’s true that time flies when you’re having fun.
Looking back, I smile.
I smile, when I think of the times he’s tried converting me to shower with cold water, and how I retort never. Knowing full well we’ll repeat the exact conversation the very next day.
I smile, when I awake half an hour after he’s left for work, to a bowl of soggy Honey Bunches drenched in milk. Just the way I like it.
I smile, when he rushes to rescue me from a repulsive roach at home. This, when he’s already in the car on the way to work.
I smile, when he attempts to surprise me with a bouquet of roses. And ends up blurting the plan to me two days before.
I smile, when I see my cup of blackcurrant juice miraculously full all weekend, despite having guzzled it all. Because he knows I complain incessantly about chapped lips, when the problem is simply because I don’t hydrate enough.
I smile, when he stops me transferring rice from my plate to his, because he wants me to know he accepts me the way I am. Extra 8 kilos and all.
I smile, when he genuinely relishes the food I make. Even if it doesn’t always taste great. I know.
I smile, when I think of him fighting the urge to sleep after an argument, waiting for me to get over the anger. This, when he has to awake in 5 hours. Just so we’ll both never go to bed angry.
I smile, when I see his tenderness and generosity towards others, knowing he is thrifty and hard on himself.
I smile, after my tears have dried up at the end of a rough day. Knowing I can be my chatty self with the person committed to braving the ups and downs with me.
Soon, in the years to come, we will stop counting our marriage in terms of days. But I don’t ever want to stop counting our blessings.
Happy 2nd Anniversary, my dearest.
… And by the way, I think it’s time we collected our wedding video.





















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