I saw a card sitting in front of my lappy this morning and opened it. There wasn't anything special written on the card, so I thought nothing of it (Mr Liow would get me cards on anniversaries and let the card creator do the talking on his behalf, usually).
And then this little folded piece of paper fell out. There were 2 pages folded together and when I opened it, there were MANY WORDS! I'm VERY sure those words totalled to more than anything he's written to me the 11 yrs we've been together. hehe.
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It's been 4 yrs of marriage, 11 yrs of being best buddies.
Once in a while, I look back and feel sorry for myself that I've dated only 1 guy..hehe. I mean, I thought there might be more fun knowing more people, no?
And then the more I think about it, the more I wonder how my life will be if 'he' had not been you.
From finding you irritating the 1st time we 'met' (you couldn't stop yakking away while Miss Teo was talking..and still had the decency to ask me "do I know you?" when I asked you to shsshh..) to finding you charming, carrying your guitar around.
I was plain old Jane in school and longed for 'coupleship' (who would notice a dark, grumpy looking, bespectacled and fat girl in a school full of pretty girls, and with only pretty girlfriends? I could only take a back seat and watched friends happily be in love)
I remember our 1st date when you weren't too gentlemenly (you opened the door for yourself and let it close before I even got near enough to step out!)
The 1st time we went to a dog show in World Trade Centre (wah.....! 1997!).
And our 1st movie "The Truth about Cats and Dogs" (it was after school one day and there were no one in the theatre. You lied about booking the whole cinema for me...ya rite..)
Then for no rhyme or reason I asked for a short break from our relationship. Not just once, but twice.
Both times, thank God, we were brought back together again.
I got increasingly worried as the date for our wedding (in 2004) approached. Main worry was MIL's dominance and control over details of our new home, wedding (and possibly our lives after that).
Each time you proved to me that you would put in effort to take charge and I knew I could trust that you will not let the model of our family be any more awkward than it should be.
And then it was about you overworking & what appears to be your lack of sensitivity which, by God's grace, we overcame (and are overcoming every now and then).
Dear, thanks for making efforts to hear me when I confide in you. Thanks for trying your best to maintain peace and harmony in the family.
3 generations living under the same roof is a perfect picture in the eyes of many but we all know that the level of perfection in this picture can only be painted by the man caught in the middle.
Thanks for planning trips every now and then to take me away from life's daily chores and for putting in as much effort to plan for my family's trip here as much as you did for yours.
Thanks for taking into consideration how I may feel whenever there are invitations for outings (concerned that I may not feel comfortable with the company).
Thanks for bringing Baileys and Maen out at my request (no matter how reluctant you may be. hehe), and for giving them love and attention even though you just want to sit on the couch doing nothing after a long day at work.
Not all fathers know their kids well and I'm so proud that you do! From noticing something new that AN has learnt, to being able to tell AN's likes from dislikes. I'm thankful that we share the same thoughts about AN's upbringing and discipline.
Thanks dear for bearing with my tears for 11 years (you know I like to cry).
There are very likely a million and one more things that I am unable to put down in words right now but thank you dear for walking through the journey of life beside me.
I thank God for you and our life together.
Happy 4th anniversary.
Muackz.
And then this little folded piece of paper fell out. There were 2 pages folded together and when I opened it, there were MANY WORDS! I'm VERY sure those words totalled to more than anything he's written to me the 11 yrs we've been together. hehe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been 4 yrs of marriage, 11 yrs of being best buddies.
Once in a while, I look back and feel sorry for myself that I've dated only 1 guy..hehe. I mean, I thought there might be more fun knowing more people, no?
And then the more I think about it, the more I wonder how my life will be if 'he' had not been you.
From finding you irritating the 1st time we 'met' (you couldn't stop yakking away while Miss Teo was talking..and still had the decency to ask me "do I know you?" when I asked you to shsshh..) to finding you charming, carrying your guitar around.
I was plain old Jane in school and longed for 'coupleship' (who would notice a dark, grumpy looking, bespectacled and fat girl in a school full of pretty girls, and with only pretty girlfriends? I could only take a back seat and watched friends happily be in love)
I remember our 1st date when you weren't too gentlemenly (you opened the door for yourself and let it close before I even got near enough to step out!)
The 1st time we went to a dog show in World Trade Centre (wah.....! 1997!).
And our 1st movie "The Truth about Cats and Dogs" (it was after school one day and there were no one in the theatre. You lied about booking the whole cinema for me...ya rite..)
Then for no rhyme or reason I asked for a short break from our relationship. Not just once, but twice.
Both times, thank God, we were brought back together again.
I got increasingly worried as the date for our wedding (in 2004) approached. Main worry was MIL's dominance and control over details of our new home, wedding (and possibly our lives after that).
Each time you proved to me that you would put in effort to take charge and I knew I could trust that you will not let the model of our family be any more awkward than it should be.
And then it was about you overworking & what appears to be your lack of sensitivity which, by God's grace, we overcame (and are overcoming every now and then).
Dear, thanks for making efforts to hear me when I confide in you. Thanks for trying your best to maintain peace and harmony in the family.
3 generations living under the same roof is a perfect picture in the eyes of many but we all know that the level of perfection in this picture can only be painted by the man caught in the middle.
Thanks for planning trips every now and then to take me away from life's daily chores and for putting in as much effort to plan for my family's trip here as much as you did for yours.
Thanks for taking into consideration how I may feel whenever there are invitations for outings (concerned that I may not feel comfortable with the company).
Thanks for bringing Baileys and Maen out at my request (no matter how reluctant you may be. hehe), and for giving them love and attention even though you just want to sit on the couch doing nothing after a long day at work.
Not all fathers know their kids well and I'm so proud that you do! From noticing something new that AN has learnt, to being able to tell AN's likes from dislikes. I'm thankful that we share the same thoughts about AN's upbringing and discipline.
Thanks dear for bearing with my tears for 11 years (you know I like to cry).
There are very likely a million and one more things that I am unable to put down in words right now but thank you dear for walking through the journey of life beside me.
I thank God for you and our life together.
Happy 4th anniversary.
Muackz.
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