I met my wonderful hubby 8 years ago and he won me over with his charming ways; on December 29, we marked four years of our marriage. After everything we have been through together I can boldly say I am more in love with him than I was back then (though it feels like yesterday). And If I were to do it again I would choose him (em with a teeny weeny dusting here and there lol).
The truth about marriage is that it is sweet when a couple goes into it with a certain level of maturity, trust, respect, honesty and love. And the goal is to try to keep the same energy level that you had in the beginning of your courtship throughout the marriage (this is easier said than done). For my husband and I, we choose to love each other everyday despite our imperfections. Communication has been key for me, but since hubby thinks it was perfect, he had to get used to it and now loves it. I consider myself smart but If I were to compare marriage to a class it is the hardest one yet that I have ever taking and I still don't have an A level grade in it but there is hope because I strive each and every day for that A level grade.
Our anniversary was a good day and we thanked God that we have each other including our little munchkin. Though we enjoyed dinner there was one time we wished someone would take her from us for just
In my family, we celebrate both our traditional and wedding anniversary especially since they are three months apart and fell on different years however the traditional is usually the low scale one of the two. Well since hubby will be deploying hence we will not be together for birthdays or our wedding anniversary, we had to catch up on the year's celebrations and so we decided to go all out and up it a little (gifts and dinner was all we had time for :)). I didn't bother to look for a sitter for the baby (since she is usually a good baby) and so at the end of the evening we had no choice but to take our baby girl with us to dinner.
|Hubby and I (way before baby girl)|
|camera light startled her a little|
And upon my return, I was so excited to see my food and as I sat down, baby girl started fussing again but this time she was hungry, and so I nursed her while hubby enjoyed his chicken Marsala and as sweet as he is, he fed me with every other feeding while I was nursing her.