When two became one, became three, and more

Two years ago, on this very date, two families gathered celebrating the union of two very different individuals that felt they can live together forever. The two said individuals are still feeling it though, the forever part is not up yet, but it’s been two years.

And loads, I mean loads, had happened within the couple of years. Beautiful things, wonderful things, precious moments, challenging periods… Alhamdulillah we weather the seasons successfully, two in one piece. Yes, we. Me and Bigfish.

I realize that I never wrote about my wedding day. That because I was way surpassed the appropriate timing and mood, and woosh! There it goes. Then it was too late for me to jot anything anymore. Amazingly I happen to catch it today, I still have my luggage of work but it’s alright. I try to actually create a decent post in half an hour. So forgive me for poor construction of lines, be it grammar or coordination. I’m a little disoriented, I feel.

I had my solemnization and reception both throughout the same day, from morning till night event. I remember the exhaustion, but I prefer to think more of the satisfaction and the happiness that last and buried in the deepest core of my heart. I simply love my own wedding. Yeah who doesn’t? Well apparently I know some that remember their wedding day as just another occasion to attend to. I’m not too sure what’s their problem, the couples do love each other very much, if you’re wondering.

Back to my wedding, I planned and organized almost 95 percent of the whole ceremony, preps, props, people and all. Okay, I give credit to Bigfish, of course together with him all along. Everybody offers a helping hand, or a piece of their brain, naturally, but I am more convinced with the way I wanted it to be. I had to have a complete assurance of what to be expected, I knew what came after another, and which followed whatever on the schedule, with all finery and meticulously detailed, by me.

So you can imagine how I took pride of my own wedding eventhough it sucked? Hehe. Thank God, it didn’t at all. It was a parade of scenarios exactly as what I pictured long before the day took place, intimate, personal, merry and beautiful. The day was glowing with happiness. Faces of people I love, and love me, and those of my husband’s. People commented the food was good too! Eh kena sebut tu..penting okay. Stomach – the way to people’s hearts.

My reception was at Saujana Resort, back then it was Hyatt Regency Saujana. That’s the place we first met. The hotel itself brought some sort of sentiment to me, I love the vibes. I always have pleasant feeling whenever I’m there.

How ironic karma can be? And now, Saujana Resort is practically at my office’s doorstep. All we need to do is hop, and find ourselves, the staffs of my office, at the dining table of Saujana Coffeehouse. That might be a little bit over, but the point is, I drive across Saujana Hotel every single day to get to the place that earns me my monthly credit.

Today is my second anniversary. In my prayer last night, I thank Him for the lavish of blessings upon me, I sometimes feel I don’t deserve this. A husband that’s always there, always. A man that after two years living together, can still stare at me when I was dragging my now heavy body from the kitchen to the large sofa, bringing a plate of nachos for him, and when I ask what he’s looking at, “I just love watching you”, he’d say.

Bigfish, I pray for a place in heaven for you, and for all your wishes to come true, and for happiness and contentment to always reside in your soul. I love you darling, with all my heart.

My baby, Aaqil, he’s simply an angel. At tender 9 months of age, this guy already understands “I love you” because he hears it so many times a day. And he now knows how to hug! Going home from turbulent office and to see him squealing with glee is… hmm.. maybe you can complete this one. I could ask for nothing more.

My baby inside my womb, we can’t wait for you to join us in this beautiful world. I love you, my little one!

What I have now, is what I wished for long long time ago. So you think I have no bad days? None suicidal moments at all? Heh you’re wrong. Had plenty.

Somebody told me to count my blessings, sounds like a huge cliché, but once I practiced it, I realize how supremely true it is.