Five Years and Counting …

So yesterday my husband and I celebrated our 5th year wedding anniversary. I can’t believe that I have been married for half a decade! Although it felt rather odd to celebrate wedding anniversary (now that we have kids), but honestly I still kinda like it. Sometimes, I do enjoy personal space of being just alone with my soulmate, especially on a special day that reminds me of the little happy things in the past that brought us together…

For our anniversary, I have created a wedding photos montage (above) for my beloved husband. Looking at these photos, I can’t help but notice how old we have grown. This does not keep him for thinking that I’m always the most beautiful woman in the world (Nays..’Beauty in the eye of beholder’). Wouldn’t this always the thing that a woman likes to hear all the time? True or not, I think so. At least, I’m flattered.

Times fly. Life changes.

Counting back those good old days, I realised that we have actually been together for ages. We knew each other at an around age of 6-7, been in courtship for 7 years before getting engaged and since happily married after, 5 years have passed. Hmm, that’s a total of 23 to 24 years of having each other in our life.

This day gave me just the right opportunity to reflect back on the times we spent together. The experiences we share are the many happiest moments of my life. We are grateful for being blessed with two healthy kids, and the fun and silliness we enjoy as a family is just incredible and crazy sometimes. I can’t help laughing out loud on my recollection of how we screamed on top of our lungs while chasing after our lil’ naughty monkey for pulling a very naughty act.

There can’t be any more that I ask of my husband for being who he is and what he has done for me and our kids. With my RA, he has to shoulder more responsibilities but he never sigh or even utter a slightest complaint of me being such a burden. On the contrary, I dub myself as the ‘complaint queen’ of the house. I just won’t stop complaining about my RA pain, about how much I hate RA and about how I hate not being able to do things I used to do. I cry every now and then, I make big fuss out of little things, and I unreasonably turn irrelevant matters into not only relevant, as if it’s end of the world (p.s. on bad days only). He keeps silent to let me vent my angers out loud, knowing this being the right thing to do at the right time. When all are over, he will give me the warmest hug to calm my insecurity and soothe my innermost fears.

We have made through 5 years now together. And I firmly believe that our next 5 years, 10 years or 25 years will just be as enjoyable as the starting. Cheers to reminiscence of our past years of companionship, and more years ahead of standing by each other and bountiful laughters, tears and silliness!