Adorable illustrations

The interwebs led me to Phillippa Rice’s illustrated depictions of life with her boyfriend – have a look, it is super cute : http://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/illustrator-philippa-rice

To me, it puts together all those little things in a relationship that makes it so sweet. Every pose they strike on the couch has been attempted by my husband and I…in fact that dance of figuring out the best weird puzzle piece position for our bodies to fit together (and eventually fall asleep together) on the couch, while watching a movie or show, is one of my favourite things about my marriage. He is the best snuggler, hands down!

It makes me want to have the talent to illustrate all the cute moments too. Since my only talent (somewhat ha!) are my words, I’ll jot down a little list for now:

– When husband is really tired and sleeps in on the weekends: I get up earlier than him, close the bedroom door and get around to making myself some tea and having me-time in our living room. Every. single. time. that I go check in on him an hour or two later, his head has mysteriously migrated to *my* pillow while his body remains on his side of the bead. And he is always positioned lying belly down, with his arms wrapped around my pillow. So cute! And when he’s sick, he always sleeps on my pillow saying “it’s the pillow that makes him feel better.” Melts my heart.

– Husband is my favourite person to eat food with. Granted we both think there are large areas we could be healthier eaters in, I love the mischievous looks we share when we are deciding what to order in. We actually giggle and make peanut-gallery comments/sounds as we suggest options: “how about that amazing pizzaiolo pizza you ordered last time!” *snicker snicker* “oooo or what about garlic shrimp from sukhothai??” “yummmm!” *eyes crossed* I have no idea how this tradition started but I’m pretty glad it exists 🙂

– On the days we work from home, whenever husband wants tea he will ask if he should make me a cup as well, tea + love equals double love

– I have really dry skin and since the mysteries of moisturising one’s back are beyond me, I get really itchy on my back as soon as I’m in bed… maybe it’s because I’m rolling around in sheets with my back right against the mattress. Husband senses when I’m getting fidgety and starts scratching my entire back – I throw in some goofy sound effects and funny dog-leg shakes when he’s at a good spot (he grew up with a dog who does this so he finds it hilarious) and I’m so thankful he will spend 5 minutes itching all my dry spots so that I can fall asleep more comfortable.

I’ll have to keep adding more to this post as I remember them!

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Two on August 20th

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This August 20th marks two years of marriage.  I’ve neglected this blog to a ridiculous extent (and almost thought of shutting it down) but one of the main reasons I (re)started blogging was to 1) write and to 2) record my memories of my marriage…. especially the good memories. Mainly because when I look at all my diaries from my childhood and teenage years, they are filled with records of my no-good-crappy-days. Now and then there is an entry from an AWESOME-DAY or entries from my vacation days. Needless to say, I realize now that I use writing as a way to process things. Being an extrovert, I spent the normal days and good days bubbling around people. It was only the bad days that would push me to lock myself alone in my room and fish my diary out and spill my feelings and thoughts onto its pages.

And with marriage…. I wanted to record the good memories on this blog. Because I knew, going in, that marriage could be some tough business. But I also knew the good moments would outweigh the difficult ones. And I wanted to read about those good moments when I was working through a difficult one.

The failure of recording the good moments aside, this marriage really has been the best things that’s happened to me. I’m pretty sure I wake up every morning wanting to pinch myself looking around at the life my husband and I have created and are working hard to create.

My marriage is made of two people who are opposites in many of their strengths. My husband is incredible at numbers, managing his money, responsibility, being a provider, staying focused and working his butt off. While I do like to think of myself as a hard worker, I know my skills are in analysis, language and logic. When we get into a fight or conflict, these strengths can shoot ourselves in the foot. But the truth is, we both know how badly we need each other. And I love that we have learnt how to fight. We have developed a dance for our fights now. Stages that we go through, familiar steps and rhythms, knowing resolution is around the corner…and that’s because of the strengths that we have in common: compassion, respect for each other, trust in each other and fighting hard for this marriage that we both believe in and work HARD for. Together, we are committed to making each other’s dreams come true and following God’s guidance in our lives.  Without each other, we would not have been as successful at building both of our professional and demanding careers. When I felt God guiding me to him, I also felt God telling me that much would be expected of our generosity – without him, I wouldn’t be able to give as generously to charities and other people God directs us to.

As our careers grow, we accompany each other to work parties, dinners with our bosses, charity galas, cocktail receptions. I love watching him move, working the room, especially when it is an event I’ve had to drag him to. And most especially when someone comes up to me and says, “So your husband was telling me that you…”

All the fancy dinners and glitz aside…. my favourite moments of marriage have been the simplest ones. First and foremost, how he is the cutest goofball I’ve met. And that he thinks the same of me. That my crazy doesn’t scare him away, in fact, he thinks life would be so dull without it. How when we get into bed we automatically pull each other close, point our toes so that the tops of our feet rub against each other and press our foreheads together. How those moments before sleep are usually filled with kisses on the nose, neck nuzzles or silly stories, goofy sounds or animated voices, and laughter. A lot of laughter. Or the time recently, when I was down with the flu. It must have been 3 a.m. when a coughing fit hit me. I didn’t really wake up. I was vaguely aware that the fit made me sit up in bed and then fall back into my pillow with a burning chest. And that my husband said my name. Next thing I know, I’m being pulled up and a spoon of cough syrup is in my mouth, followed by a second that mostly dribbles out of my mouth. Which he cleans up. Then he pulls me onto his arm and pulls the covers over us. And then it was morning. And the first night since being sick that I felt so rested.

I am thankful for a marriage that is filled with such moments. Which brings me such comfort and rest. And makes me feel so loved. And for the man who chose me and believes in working hard to build this marriage.