Tin

Today, we celebrate our Tin Wedding Anniversary. To be exact, it’s our 10th ROM anniversary. I hate how I have two dates to remember, as with many other Singaporean married couples who had chosen to hold the two events separately. It’s seriously annoying.

We spend a lot on travelling and other whims, but we are definitely not known to be big on romancing each other. There are no plans on this day. No dinner date, and I am most certainly not expecting flowers. This may seem very unbecoming to other romantic couples who cannot fathom how we could treat our anniversary like any other day. But this is us. Practical. Pragmatic, even.

I am commemorating this special day with a shot of our very special type of a love lock that was left along Via dell’Amore in Cinque Terre. When we found ourselves without a padlock after coming across a railing filled with undying love declarations from lovers who had once visited the same spot, H very resourcefully looked over everything we had with us and decided upon using the velcro strips I had secured on our backpacks to tidy unruly straps. This was how our ingenious and unique love lock was conceived along a popular hiking route thousands of miles away from home.

That 18-day vacation to Italy remains to be one of my top favourite holidays of all-time – never mind that lil sis tagged along as well – simply because it was then that I commited to my memory that H is truly the epitome of a good husband who married not only me, but my family as well. Lil sis started her nonsense in Cinque Terre, crying about wanting to return home. When I was losing my temper with my own blood sister, he was there patiently coaxing her to continue on with the trip. I looked on the scene with little guilt, some ire (I cannot cope with crying people) and loads of admiration for the man I have come to love even more over the years.

No words will ever be enough so this year, I just want to say ‘Thank you’.

And Love is

Very succinctly encapsulates our marriage, this.

Blanket Party

H and I, we bicker often over the most trivial of things. Not in a bad sort of way. Quoting X: ‘Fighting over the small things goes to show that a couple already agree on the big things’. You think?

I’m apt to agree because we are in sync with the more important issues although I’m not entirely sure if the furkids actually agree with me. Being sensitive to our mood changes, raising of our voices even by a few negligible decibel could set them off. They get into a frenzy, and then try decide which side to defect to, depending on who is louder. Most of the time it’s my side they pick. Just sayin’.

One of the things that we both needed getting used to early into our marriage (while not trying to get at each other’s throats) was the habitual way we use blankets. Never encountered this problem prior because I never had to share my bed covering with anybody else before. Almost every other night and especially more so when the nights are chilly, I get awakened to H’s tugging in an attempt to gain more blanket dominance. By now you must have guessed – I am a classic blanket thief. But what makes it even more amusing to H, is how I hoard the whole blanket but never actually cover myself with it. I just kind of roll it all together in a bunch and sleep on it. It is more comfortable this way. Try it to believe!

A while ago, I was awakened by some tugging yet again. In our groggy, half-awake state, we started bickering about how cold we both were and how the other one was hoarding the blanket. Quite a common scene that goes on in our household in the wee hours of the morning. The furkids quickly scrambled to their feet, and ran over to my side because as always, I won.