Three in love July 1, 2009

Photo by Gideon.

It seems so long ago.

Three years ago, I walked down the aisle, my palms wet, and my heart leapt. I wanted to savour the walk as the bride, but I also wanted to run to him and say ‘I do’. Now, I still do.

Three years ago, there wasn’t the conflated terms of ‘mommy’ and ‘wifey’. I was the newly-minted wife, the best friend, the classmate, the colleague, the everything-has-to-be-country-and-pretty one. I still am those, only now I’m also the mommy to our little missy.

Three years of good night kisses. Three years of twiddling the wedding band. Three years of you-cook-I-wash, I-cook-you-wash rituals. Three years of pink walls and brown wood. Three years of freshly brewed coffee in the mornings. Three years of taking turns to water the greens, and competing over whose plants are doing better.  Three years of random song-and-dance in the days and in the nights. Three years of saying ‘I love you’ and meaning it. Three years, three beautiful, magical years of being your missus. (And five years holding your hands.)

Happy three years, dear.

And there’s three of us now. Who says three’s a crowd?

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