Happy New Year Love :)

I wanted to buy you a card but I decided against it because I know somehow the card will go missing soon!

So here I am, risking my blog viewership and writing my new year message (and confess my undying love for you to the world!) , hoping that some day you can look back and read it again:)

Anyway, my dear,
I just want say thank you for giving me another awesome year. 2012 started with a loss in the household and I thought my 2012 would never ever be great.

But in the middle of the year, you make me the happiest girl. They thought you were lucky but I think I am luckier:)

It is still beyond me about what I did to deserve such love. If God would allow us to have children, I hope they grow up to be like their father.

That they learn your patience, that they learn how to love people as who they are and most importantly that they learn your faithfulness and commitment , that they will growing up knowing that one does not give up in a relationship.

No man has seen me in such weaknesses and flaws besides you but you love me still the same.

I want you to know that you really do not have to worry about making me the happiest bride because I already am:)

Thank you for being with me in 2012. It was an eventful 2012, where we grow to learn more about God, people and ourselves. Where we survive little challenges here and there in life, where we received much favour and love. Where we remained in love:)

We don't know what God will bring in 2013, but as long as we both shall live, we must continue to love God, which I know you will:)

I eagerly awaits and will diligently labour in our new phase of life:)

Thank you for everything love:)

Happy New Year:)

With lots of thanksgiving, smile & love ,
From your fiancee :)

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