Since 6 years ago, 14th June has got to be my favourite day in June.
It was the day the Bo overcame his fear of heights, standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon and proposed to me against the gorgeous sunset, with the God’s wonderful creation as our main witness.
A year later, 14th June was the date we got married and officiate our union as man & wife in the eyes of the Lord. I could still remember my nerves & my excitement. My make-up artist was scheduled to arrive at 5.45am and at 3.15am, my eyes were still wide open. Hoping that no one could see that I lacked sleep (thanks to facial masks and a very talented makeup artist who did the trick – no one knew!) and that I wouldn’t trip on the highest pair of heels I’ve ever don when I walk down that aisle. That my falsies wouldn’t come off half way, that I would be able to fit into the wedding dress that I risked not altering at the last fitting. That the photographers we hired would capture every moment I wanted to see again & again and more. That I’d have time to connect & thank every guest who attended either/both parties properly.
Indeed lots of frivolous stuff were floating in my mind…who didn’t want to be a beautiful bride on on one of the best days in her life if she could help it? But of course not everything turned out as desired.I had a very sick groom who was running a high fever and had some vomitting the night before, yet still gave his best efforts during the morning “bride gatecrashing” activities and was such a good sport. I freaked out of course, seeing how pale he was when he came through the obstacles and was at the door to plant that first wedding kiss, and that’s when I realized that I had to just let go. Entrusting the running of everything to my bridesmaid and helpers was the best decision of the day – both the Bo & I was able to get as much rest as we could in between and we ended up soaking in every moment, laughing off any little mishaps that we encountered; which made our wedding day even more memorable and hilarious each time we revisit it during our anniversaries.
I supposed that was my first lesson when it came to marriage. That things will not always go as planned regardless how detailed your plan is. And that the best course of action is to just embrace, go with the flow, dive into uncertainties with a huge dose of faith and trust in your better half, have as much fun while trying, appreciate & take on those who want to help and somehow it’d all come together.
In the last 5 years, every year has been a roller coaster of ups and downs. Each year and time we overcome something as a couple, another challenge presents itself. There have been very, very trying moments as many as there have been contrastingly beautiful moments together. There are days when I feel exhausted and ask “why this?” only to meet with a bigger picture and silver lining that reveals it all. The trials have not been easy yet the rewards have been great.
Recently, parenting has made our marriage a different ball game. No doubt for us it has complete and evolve our beautiful union as man & wife, although many a times it has been an uphill task not to let the conforms of “societal parenting norms” define us. We were after all partners before parents.
Hence I pray for our years to come, may we continue to be guided by God’s love & wisdom in our walk together. Happy 5th to us!