Today is a special day… We’ve been married 2 years now!
To be honest, I don’t really find that there’s a huge difference between being married and not, since this is our 10th year dating! Yeeeees, we’re still dating, and will continue dating till forevermoreeee ;D
One main difference is probably the name I use to refer to him – Took me almost a year to switch from using boyfriend to husband. I used to cringe at hearing the H word haha! But I’m fine now. Husband husband husband husband husband. See?
Oh and not forgetting that his money is now officially my money. It has always been that way, but legal status does make things so much easier. Hahahaha!
There’s also something special about our special day! We got married on Autumnal Equinox (that’s the day in Autumn where day is approximately as long as night) and I decided that’s when our anniversary will be, rather than on a fixed date.
Yes, I can do that.
We had a nautical theme for our wedding, and every year we try to do something nautical-related. Last year, we went on a road trip along the coast, that ended with playing at the beach and a seafood-ish dinner. Seafood-ish as in it was Italian food, but had seafood in it lah.
This year? Wait to find out! Hehe.
A peek back into time…
In that last photo, it’s supposed to be all touching as we put on each other’s ring *wipes happy tear*, how it’s a symbolic moment of our union *blows nose* and everlasting love. I think I’ll ruin the romantic atmosphere the photos created, but I’ll say it anyway.
This was what actually happened:
Me: *smiles as I pick the ring up*
Me: *slips ring on his finger only to find it lodged snugly at the knuckle*
Him: *looks at me try to forcefully jam the ring onto his finger*
Me: *forced smile as I whispered through clenched teeth* Omg, did your fingers put on weight?! It’s stuck!!!
Seriously, you can clearly see in the picture the folds of skin that are stacked together from the pressure I was exerting lol. I did manage to put on the ring for him in the end, thankfully.
Some time back, Fu asked me why I married him.
Even though he drives me mad, constantly trying my patience by seemingly doing every single thing possible to annoy me JUST to see if it annoys me, bullies me (in a non-DV way of course), leaving his things and trash around, frequently breaks Germaphobe House Rules 101, not romantic, zero musical talent, no interests outside of work and sports (and me, I suppose), he is also the only one in the world who can accept all my craziness, germaphobiness, short temper, interests that doesn’t make any sense to him (nail polish is one example). He adores and loves me with all his heart, perhaps not always in the way I expect, but most certainly in the best way he knows.
I could go on and on about what a wonderful man my husband is and why I love him, but that would probably cause everyone reading to die of goosebumps (him included) and I’ll have no one left reading my blog, so I’ll stop here ;)
To sum it up in a quote I read a long time ago:
Don’t marry someone you can live with. Marry someone you can’t live without.
Happy 2nd anniversary, person-I-can’t-live-without! ❤︎