Of Anamcara and Wedded Bliss

I haven't updated as much as I would want to. Nowadays, life revolves mostly on the kids and the big change in my life - we have finally moved house. I will write more on that when time permits. For now, I'm sneaking a post as it behooves me to at least record this momentous period in my life. For the sake of posterity.

Yesterday, a Hari Raya Haji, coincided with my five-year wedding anniversary. Yes, it is still in the ONE digit territory, but a significant moment nonetheless.

It is safe to say that we have learnt so much from one another in this short span than what we have had known from years before getting married and as close friends. At least, that's how I feel. As the saying goes, you only know your partner - sometimes a little too well - when you start living with him.

The five-year mark echoes this belief fervently and reinforces my philosophy that one needs to maintain an open line of communication in order to get the message across.

An endearing someone once told me that I should thank my lucky stars to marry my own best friend with whom I am able to talk about anything under the sun. Somebody that I could let my guard down and let go of false pretenses. While I am grateful to find an anamcara (soulmate) that completes the puzzle, I still have to learn to walk deftly and graciously along the fine (tight) line that separates respect to one's friend and that to one's spouse.

For instance, there are certain things which I might pour out messily and emotionally to a friend that I would not tell a spouse. However, since the line is blurred in my situation, I have no way of knowing whether I have made a right decision in telling my dear husband. So for us, it is a matter of trial and error, such it should be with other areas of a person's life. You learn from your mistakes and resolve to bring the damage under control whenever possible.

While life has currently been a mad rush from one place to another now that we have a house to fill and a cherubic baby boy by our side, I am glad that we have taken some quiet moments to reflect on what makes us tick and what makes us fall to pieces.

Thanks Ying for the wonderful, memorable, life-changing five years of conjugal bliss and I pray for our continuing happiness and longevity in this beautiful union alongside our equally beautiful children. Thank you dearest for loving your idealistic yet loutish wife who is prone to histrionics. :)

Here's a song that comes to mind (those fainthearted are strongly advised to skip this part lest they feel queasy to the stomach :D ) :



You're Still the One ~ Shania Twain

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

Bridge:
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

Chorus:
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'

(Bridge)
(Chorus)
(Chorus)

I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come my baby