Opps, I did it AGAIN!
Yep. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a smug-married here but you'll understand why I have to say I have an awesome husband. And I don't say this because I'm obliged to as his wife. I say this because ... you see, I am a bad example of a wife.
Look at the date. Doesn't look like much to you right? And that is exactly how it looks to me. But that is not what is looks like to Andy. To him, and rightfully so, it looks like and is our 6th month anniversary. It's significant in a small and big way, the half-way mark and marks how far we've come.
But I didn't register that! Face it, I didn't remember. Forgetting important dates (especially so early in a marriage) is inexcusable even for a Husband let alone a Wife!
Nevermind that. So oblivious was I to all this... and to all as usual - which goes to show just how sickeningly self-absorbed I truly am - that I took his word piecemeal when he told me first thing this morning, "I need to get yoghurt from the grocery store. I'm having withdrawl symptoms."
I occured to me that it was a strange thing to say since I'd been lamenting our dearth of grocery shopping but there were other things to distract me.
At breakfast, the telco-media guy in him gets frustrated at me because I don't understand the triple-band concept between Starhub and Singtel and he just wants me to be happy, i.e. with an iPhone. I'm all, I don't care how and I don't care when, I'd like one but WHATever is easiest to do for goodness sakes!
Later when he insists on going to Colds Storage for ONE tub of yoghurt (!?!?), he takes 40 minutes. I grudgingly accept his apology for using 'that' tone on me at breakfast and I am rolling my eyes as I scrub the toilet clean. What is he, lost in the supermarket like a five-year old boy without his mother? Roaming the aisles for health food products? Does he not know that there is laundry to be done, floors to clean, bathrooms to tidy up, books to pack away?
. . . . . .
He is visiting me in Japan. It's the night we decide we're an item. We've had a scrumptious dinner to celebrate in Kobe City and get cozy in a rickety Ferris Wheel in Kobe Mosiac. It's late, it's cold, the bus-ride is long and just as I am thinking, "why didn't he agree to cycle to the train station? Now we have to go around the suburb JUST to get home!", he says, "I need to go to the grocery store. I need to get cereal/milk/lightbulb."
"But the store is closing in 10 minutes. We can get it for you when we get up tomorrow...."
"I must have it now! You go home first, get showered and ready for bed, and I'll go. Besides you only have one bathroom... (or some other lame excuse...)"
"Er. okay..."
As I step out of the shower, Andy comes home. At the doorway he's mumbling to me, "they didnt have lightbulbs... or the cashier was closed... or no more milk... but I got you this!" And of course, he presents to me the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find at the supermarket at 10pm. It wasn't very big, but his gesture was huge and had me by surprise. I wonder to myself, how slow I was to pick up on this. Very soon, I learn that he's very good at diverting my attention.
. . . . . .
He's home, he's knocking on our door as I'm at my desk wondering which part of Wonderland I should attempt to find him. And of course, its the flowers I see first as he steps through the door.
HAPPY 6TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!!!!
Tell me, where should I put my face?
Look at the date. Doesn't look like much to you right? And that is exactly how it looks to me. But that is not what is looks like to Andy. To him, and rightfully so, it looks like and is our 6th month anniversary. It's significant in a small and big way, the half-way mark and marks how far we've come.
But I didn't register that! Face it, I didn't remember. Forgetting important dates (especially so early in a marriage) is inexcusable even for a Husband let alone a Wife!
Nevermind that. So oblivious was I to all this... and to all as usual - which goes to show just how sickeningly self-absorbed I truly am - that I took his word piecemeal when he told me first thing this morning, "I need to get yoghurt from the grocery store. I'm having withdrawl symptoms."
I occured to me that it was a strange thing to say since I'd been lamenting our dearth of grocery shopping but there were other things to distract me.
At breakfast, the telco-media guy in him gets frustrated at me because I don't understand the triple-band concept between Starhub and Singtel and he just wants me to be happy, i.e. with an iPhone. I'm all, I don't care how and I don't care when, I'd like one but WHATever is easiest to do for goodness sakes!
Later when he insists on going to Colds Storage for ONE tub of yoghurt (!?!?), he takes 40 minutes. I grudgingly accept his apology for using 'that' tone on me at breakfast and I am rolling my eyes as I scrub the toilet clean. What is he, lost in the supermarket like a five-year old boy without his mother? Roaming the aisles for health food products? Does he not know that there is laundry to be done, floors to clean, bathrooms to tidy up, books to pack away?
. . . . . .
He is visiting me in Japan. It's the night we decide we're an item. We've had a scrumptious dinner to celebrate in Kobe City and get cozy in a rickety Ferris Wheel in Kobe Mosiac. It's late, it's cold, the bus-ride is long and just as I am thinking, "why didn't he agree to cycle to the train station? Now we have to go around the suburb JUST to get home!", he says, "I need to go to the grocery store. I need to get cereal/milk/lightbulb."
"But the store is closing in 10 minutes. We can get it for you when we get up tomorrow...."
"I must have it now! You go home first, get showered and ready for bed, and I'll go. Besides you only have one bathroom... (or some other lame excuse...)"
"Er. okay..."
As I step out of the shower, Andy comes home. At the doorway he's mumbling to me, "they didnt have lightbulbs... or the cashier was closed... or no more milk... but I got you this!" And of course, he presents to me the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find at the supermarket at 10pm. It wasn't very big, but his gesture was huge and had me by surprise. I wonder to myself, how slow I was to pick up on this. Very soon, I learn that he's very good at diverting my attention.
. . . . . .
He's home, he's knocking on our door as I'm at my desk wondering which part of Wonderland I should attempt to find him. And of course, its the flowers I see first as he steps through the door.
HAPPY 6TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!!!!
Tell me, where should I put my face?
posted by The Chilibuddy @ 1:30 pm ::
2 Comments:
Hey Ly.. thanks for sharing. Yes, you are indeed lucky to have such a loving and caring hubby. But don't kick yourself over not remembering your 6th month anniversary. Sometimes it's just not natural for people to remember dates and rather, you treat every single day with him like it's a special day. So it's cool, you're just human. And I'm positive that your hubby is extremely thankful to God for providing him such a hot wife and life partner. :) Anyway, it's still not too late to surprise him on another special day or just on any normal day. :)
*laugh until peng-san*
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