mew

undeniable facts, i love my sweet furry man and i cannot sleep without him.

when i first got married, i had so many doubts on how the relationship would turn out but being parents, i see the man and i like what i see.

no, not post preg horny hormones talking. it’s strange and awkward to talk about it but i feel the lurve.. i feel the lurve and i have developed alot of respect for him.

he’s a very hands on dad, changes her diapers, lets her yank out fistfuls of chesthair for giggles, looks after me when i’m sick, (finally) combines our laundry, remembers to leave the toilet seat down most of the time, gets me water, makes me milo and nestum for breakfast, buys me food when i feel like it. he makes me laugh, he makes me cry, he makes me fold his briefs and boxers into anal retentive rectangular parcels and make his side of the bed. He asks me what’s the point? I tell him there is no point to it but i like doing it just like i do him.

what’s not to lurve? love and marriage shouldn’t be calculated accordingly to how much either partner contributes, everything should be done willingly. I’m looking at my marriage as a blue chip investment, everything we go through is like buying a lot of shares, sometimes the value dips but we hold onto each other and by holding on, interest compounds, the little things we do for every other is like dollar averaging.. it adds up. At the end of the day, it’s quite an investment.

I’m glad that a year into the marriage and 10 years after we met, there is still love, there is love, respect and there is friendship.

He is still no doubt, my best companion to sleep in with.. dammit, we’re both so slothful, we’re made for each other. :D

i had this quote about love that i read in a Susan Kurosawa book (see http://aww.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=304449)

love is a “a life of cosy intellectual companionship, haphazard domestic arrangements and culinary creations”.

our home will be ready in 3 years, i wonder how many times will i burn down the kitchen with my ill attempts at experimential cooking..

mew

I hardly exercised when i was pregnant a good chunk of last year and i just signed up for a 10k marathon.

‘Marathon? That’s not a marathon,’ my beloved scoffs. ‘That is only a 10 click run.’

It is so nice to have an encouraging partner and he goes on to remind him that he used to do 40 something km while in the army and he was real fit.

Now he’s all squishy and cuddly and his nickname is donde (tamil for belly) and i call him donde or goonde (fatty) papa or goonde (fatty) samy.

Anyway, i took the change when the little girl took her afternoon nap to run.. only 1.5 km lah. but my thighs killed me. had to hobble, limp my way back but the burn felt so good plus i no longer have that post maternity pasty-ness, i have a tan! i feel good.. must train.

p.s. got another friend to sign up with me so just in case we got near to collapsing during the run, we can hail a cab and meet the rest at the finishing point. ha

not only have i turned into one of those child obsessed momzillas,
i have also turned into a God righteous christian and i really like the feeling.

Going to church allows me to breathe for some reason, it really makes me count the joys and blessings in my life and suddenly feel miniscule in this scale of things in life but really humbled and grateful for everything the Lord has given me. I thank him everyday for the roof he has given us over our heads, a stable job, food on our tables, good healthy and safety. That is just the tip of the iceberg..

I get one of those emo moments whenever i look at my little girl and think of everything i’ve gone through while growing up to get to this point, to be able to carry her, cuddle her, sing to her, comfort her. That kind of gratitude makes me tear. emo right? i know.. She is God’s gift to me.

My church has this custom where they practice this draw a verse out of a box every year and reveal the promise that God has for you. It doesn’t make sense to me but i enjoy it because it has that element of surprise to it, like reading a magic 8 ball for the first time or pulling a cracker during Christmas just to see what you get.

So my verse.. i pulled one out with two verses.. greedy me, it wasn’t that intentional.. the scroll has two colors and i thought that’s interesting.

anyhow.. my verses are

That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him
Ephesians 1:17

For thou, Lord, wilt bless the righteous; with favour wilf thou compass him as with a shield
Psalm 5:12

you know, i used to look at Christians blog and think to myself ‘who gives a shit’. That was self deprecating skeptical me well nothing much has changed. Like right now, i don’t know if anyone gives a shit but i do and i think God does too. ;)

mew