730 Days of Bliss :)

This day, two years ago, we promise to love each other all the days of our lives. These two years, we have our fair share of ups and downs, nothing different from what those marriage experts wrote about.

Non surprising too, many of these little conflicts occur because I am a very typical female and you, a very typical male. And yet this the very thing that I love about us:)

I love it that I am easily wavered and you are committed. That no matter how emotional I get, you would never give up on us. 

I love it that I am timid and your are brave. That you bear with my silly-ness of not even daring to call the operator.

I love it that I hate finances and numbers and you have such a keen sense for such stuff. And yet you let me spend all the money.

I love it that I love all things girly and you like mostly manly stuff. But being together for so long, I begin to appreciate solid, silver cutlery a little more and you increasing your threshold for what you call cath-kitson tea cups.

I love it that I am nurturing and you are the fun disciplinarian. That Benaiah associates me with comfort and you with fun.

I love it that that I get to build a home with you, have a son with you and live my life with you. 

Thank you for all the patience and love you have shown me.

I was a blissful girl 11 years ago, I still am:)

ILYMM :) to the moon and back:)

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