It’s been almost a year since our religious and civil ceremony. How time flies when you’re having fun. I’m enjoying every minute of my marriage to my best friend, the moments spent together, the discussions and decisions we make, our ability to function as a team despite being physically away from each other, the silent understandings of how we do things a certain way. Of course, there’s also the nagging, the arguments over who washes the dishes and the stress over when and where we should go on vacation.
I have kept the empty angpow packets and cards from our wedding in a shoebox. I reached for it the other day and was touched with the words and well wishes from everyone we knew. I smiled reading them knowing that at the moment they wrote it, they were thinking about us. There were two that made me laugh, one was an incorrect spelling of my name (not sure if it was incorrect or just the handwriting) and the other from a good mate from our days in Sydney where we used to play silly Tower Defense games till 6a.m. (reads: Congrats! Now go forth and spawn your United Colours of Benetton family)!