Eight Years...

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After seven years of courtship, we finally decided to get hitched. Or was it my Dad who decided it for us?! Oh well, B did the nudging and Dad did the shoving :)

Just 10 months fresh from graduation, we got married. March 25th, 2001 became the sacred date and we were solemnized by Abah dearest who wouldn't have it any other way. B however, was quite jittery and couldn't remember my name the first time and so had to repeat the akad. Thank God he didn't say some other chick's name else I'd shoo him from the house with the broomstick myself :P.

The event was best put as simple but very meaningful. It was nikah in the morning and lunch reception at 2 pm attended by almost 3000 people; 200 were our friends (lucky us to have the same set of friends) while the rest were relatives from far and wide and my parents' friends whom I barely know.

The first year of marriage was more of couplehood reinforcement of sorts. The good thing is, we got to go out and about together anywhere, whenever and wherever we want. Coming home in the wee hours of morning was a norm on weekends, weekdays even and having friends over at our humble abode was a bonus given my flair for entertaining (eh chewahhh...).

We decided to put off having children for awhile. We just couldn't get enough of each other plus I wasn't ready to have kids, financially and emotionally. Relatives asked but I just shrugged it off.

After a year of being a couple, I decided that I was ready and B just went along with me. Being pregnant was tough especially when I was sick like a dog for the first five months of pregnancy. By the time I was feeling a wee bit dandy, it was time for us to drag our asses off to Loughborough. The rest of our stories in Loughborough is well written in my much earlier previous posts.

When I woke up today, I just couldn't believe that we've been married for eight years. I am forever thankful and indebted to Allah for giving me a good husband, an almost perfect marriage (nak kata perfect, gaduh2 tu biasa la kan...) and two beautiful children . I couldn't ask for more.

My darling husband,

I thank God everyday for pairing us up. It's fate, I always say and I wouldn't have it any other way...

I think of you often and always with love...

I think about how hard you work and how much you do for our family...

I remember the time you've encouraged me and I see how your wisdom and caring have helped me through...

I look back on favorite memories that remind me how much we've always meant to each other and always will...

There are so many times when I think of you and feel proud and thankful and very lucky that you're my husband...

Happy Eighth Anniversary Aling!! May Allah bless us with love, care and happiness.

Love you till the power of infinity,
Wifey...