A very special day

Today is a special day which marks two very special occasions – my parent’s 29th wedding anniversary, and our first wedding anniversary. The family celebration was held last night and Dad took us out for a seafood dinner. Dad is your traditional, conservative person who feels there’s no need for mushy stuffs. And I think I kinda inherit some of that trait. And Joa being Joa, you can expect that there’s no Gucci bag for me hiding in his closet. So it was only this morning that we decided to make an impromptu dinner plan for tonight to celebrate our first year together as a married couple.

When I realised that November 9th was drawing near, I was taken aback at how fast a year had past. I can’t believe that it had been a whole year since our crazy-chop-chop wedding which I remember both fondly and dreadfully. Sure we’ve had our fights and mad-hair days. But in a year, we’ve made many new things - a new addition to the family, new careers, a new car, new dreams and a whole new life together. Often I’d think about how blissful my life at the present is, and how I’d miss it sorely someday when I find myself old, abandoned, and diseased.

Joa and I have really come a long, faraway, way. 10 years spanning Singapore to Melbourne and then to Beijing. God really meant what He said when back in 2002, He said to me that Joa and I would go on a “detour” – and we did, both in time, circumstances and proximity. I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to a person than Joa ever is to me. He’s one person who’s seen me both at my best and worst, and one whom I’m most comfortable with revealing my true nature, bad habits and all. We share some interests and other differences just complement one another.

I remember him through the year occasionally telling me that he’s now made the mark to being my longest-lasting husband. Not that I think that was funny. But silly him. I think he’s the only one whom I’d ever choose to marry and if there was a next life, and the next, I’d only want to be with him.

On Saturday, he’d suggested that we did a quiet dinner together to celebrate our anniversary but I went on to gather some friends because I thought it’d be more fun with more people. That made him a tad disappointed. The thing is, any time spent alone with him is quality enough. I didn’t think we needed to specially make plans to be alone together. But I think I was wrong. We need to give each other special privileges and twosome time.

To my baby of a hubby: Thanks for being such a wonderful, loving, supportive partner. I know I’ve been a crazy bitch what with the pregnancy, the lack of sleep, the new job, breastfeeding, and my noisy family but thanks for bearing, while at the same time, embracing all of that. Thanks for sacrificing everything for us and putting us above everything you do. Thanks for being my BFF, confidante, soulmate, partner, ‘handbag’, ATM, financial advisor, prayer buddy, sex god and movie friend. You’re my Supermodel and Little J’s Superdad! We love you! xoxo