Something magical started on the sixth of January, eight years ago. It was a Saturday, and yours truly was then a young bride about to be given away by my father. The church was decorated by crimson-red flowers and ribbons. The bridesmaids all wore red gowns. I held a bouquet of red and white roses in my hands. You’d think that it was a Chinese wedding, but really it was just your average church wedding, only that the bride’s choice of color was bloody red, her favorite color. The redder, the better. 😀
I could still remember it as if it were yesterday. While Baggy and I exchanged our vows, we looked straight into each other’s eyes. That was the highlight of the ceremony for me. Baggy’s unwavering gaze, showing how firm and resolute he was about deciding the spend the rest of his life with me. I gazed back with all intensity I could muster. Fraught with emotions, my Daddy cried. It was probably the first time he openly cried in public.
Eight magical years later, and we find ourselves in another land far away from our home. Actually, we’re not one of those couples who’d go to extra pains to celebrate anniversaries. We want to keep it simple, without much fanfare. The important thing is that we’re together. What’s more, our darling daughter is with us, making our family complete. She’s the light of our lives.
Eight years, and counting. Here’s to more magical years ahead!