““A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person” Mignon McLaughlin
Just like everyone else in cozy relationships, I counted month-saries, then years. And on the 7th year, I was thinking “Is my boyfriend ever going to marry me?”
So with the sweetest smile I could muster and my head leaning on his shoulder, I asked him “Will you marry me or not?”
Of course, I didn’t want him to feel like I placed a shotgun on his forehead, so I added “it’s okay if you don’t want to marry me, I will join my sister in San Francisco.” I entwined my hands on his.
The year 1984. I had just gotten back from a trip to the USA and Europe with my sisters and dad.
His answer , “Yes I’ll marry you. Let’s plan.”
Only a law student, I thought it was selfish of me to push him to a decision. He then professed his undying love, with sappy words like “I don’t want to lose you.” Silly me found him so romantic. Well, it worked out. Love finds a way.
I love looking back at the silly old past because I like reminiscing of those giddy moments when we were very much in love. Falling in love with the same man is like a roller-coaster ride. There are days when I just wish he’d saunter off to his “cave”. Days that are just okay and days that are just sweet and romantic.
Catching romance whenever we can works for us. Building a bubble of romance at unexpected times  during a car ride, while doing the grocery  and in low-impact ways, whether that be a long, lingering smooch or just holding hands.
Today, January 26 at around 8:30 PM, my husband and I met for the first time. I fall for such silly stuff as anniversaries.
We celebrate the first day we met.
We celebrate the day we became steadies and of course our wedding anniversary.
These anniversaries are a wonderful time to look back at the good old days and a time to look ahead to continue living our dreams together.
I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.– Author Unknown
