Laying wide eyed in my bed I think of the first night we slept in this house. It was a Friday night and the hubby and I were super tired after a day full of shifting and running around. The Daughter was as usual chatting nineteen to a dozen sandwiched in between us. The guest bedroom bed was the only one we were able to assemble that day and we slept in that room the first night. The windows didn’t have any blinds and it was pure bliss to look out and see the clear blue sky dotted with innumerable twinkling stars. It was definitely one of the most magical nights of our lives. Sleeping in our own home that first night was a beautiful feeling. So many emotions mixed with the feeling of happiness made a magical concoction.
That was almost 3.5 years ago. Ever since we’ve made so many memories here. We’ve celebrated birthdays, hosted parties, had friends and family over, fought, cried, yelled and loved. If the walls could talk I’m sure they would tell you so many stories of our lives. We were blessed to call this Home our own.
So today as I was cleaning the house, scrubbing the floor, dusting every nook and cranny I felt so sad. This time cleaning was not being done for visiting guests neither was it a regular day of cleaning. This was different!! This time I’m cleaning for the real estate agents to come and look at our house. As I vigorously tidy up and try to brush off the feeling of sadness that’s creeping in me, I look at the wall where there are small pencil marks marking Daughter’s height at various points. I know those marks needs to go. I look at her purple room, a room that’s her sanctuary. The walls that she helped paint. While helping us paint her own room is one of Daughter’s most proud accomplishments, I’m sure the real estate agent will have a lot to say about our painting job.
It’s so strange that every spot, every mark every stain that others might see as imperfections I call them a memory.
Today the hubby and I had a lot of running around to do. So we started our day with dropping the Daughter to school and going out for coffee. It’s a newly opened cafe. We shared a blueberry muffin and a cinnamon scone between both of us. Then we ran our errands and took care of all the stuff that needed attention. We had originally planned to have lunch out but then decided against it. So came back and ate some leftover.
Afternoon hubby and I spent some quality time together without Daughter. It felt good to have him all to myself after a long time. Even though we spent the day taking care of some work, but it felt good to do it together. I always feel a sense of security and comfort when I hold his hand. It’s going to be 17 years of marital bliss in a couple of months but he still gives me the butterflies.
We went to the mall for a little bit once Daughter came home from school. Now we’ve ordered some Chinese and are planning to do what we do most weekends. If you guys have been reading me for a while, you’ll know what it is !! Cmon guess….. scroll down for the answer!!
You give up…. its family board game/card game/uno time …. so if you have any of those answers you are right 🍫🎁🏆
Couple of months back, we had Daughter’s parent-teacher-conference. After going through the regular stuff about progress, extra credits, behavior, etc, etc, we could feel that her teacher(Mrs.C) was hesitating. Me being me quickly sensed it and asked her if we needed to worry about something and she could tell us anything that she thought we needed to work on harder.
To this she smiled and said of course she wants us to work on it but not in the way we were thinking. She said Daughter is a gifted writer. Mrs. C said how she enjoys reading her writing and always reads her writings to her husband and her mom. She also said that often sends Daughter’s daily class writings to the principal and other staff members. And they all can’t believe how a 9 year old writes the way she does.
After a point into this conversation, I started to feel my cheeks going warm at all the adjectives being used. Mrs. C understood my feelings and said in case I thought she was being biased she would tell me a little incident. It seems their class was asked to do a writing on ‘Thank-you Hero’ for the army veterans for their school Veteran’s Day program. Mrs. C told us that reading that particular writing she not only had goosebumps but tears running down her cheeks. Several teachers had those exact same reactions after reading that writing. Her exact words were, “if this little girl has the power to write like this now, I can’t wait to read her writings when she’s a little older. She not only has the most extensive vocabulary but a depth and clarity is thought that we adults often struggle with.”
The hubby and I have often had this wonder struck feeling after reading a random writing of hers. She loves to write and does a lot of scribbling. But we let it go because quite honestly both of us haven’t read writings by other little ones. So we think our opinion is biased. But that day having our feelings validated felt really good. It was a real proud moment for both the hubby and I. I only hope she continues to write more and more.
If raising a toast to life, having fun and being romantic is what takes for an anniversary celebration, we’ve been celebrating most days. Yes today is our special day. A day dedicated to you and me.
Wow, 16 years huh !! It’s been a long journey and a fun one. To me it seems I’ve grown a great deal with you. You’ve always been the more mature, poised and in control while I’ve been ummm crazy, impulsive, short tempered, ever dramatic and impatient me. Actually that makes me sound pretty bad. Nope, today we celebrate both of us. So no criticisms allowed. While I’m all that I’m also the person who loves you like crazy. I’m also the one who has your back. I’m also the same one who’ll be there no matter what.
For once I don’t want to do a thank you post just because this day is all about both of us. It’s a day I want to remember all our achievements and failures, all the celebrations and all those times we’ve fought, all the times we’ve travelled and all those lazy days at home. It’s a day we celebrate being a couple. All I want to say is I love you and there’s no one I’d rather do this fun ride with.
So here’s to us !! May the sweet sixteen be the best yet !! Here’s to more happiness, more mistakes, more fights and more makeups. Raising a toast to a lifetime of togetherness 🥂!!
Happiness is waking up to a heartwarming hug from a 4 year old and hearing him say, “Aunty you guys came, I was waiting for you… I love you.” Aaww my heart melted into a heap of mush. How I love this boy !!
As you can guess we reached our friend’s house around 10:30 yesterday night. While their older daughter was awake and waiting, this little boy was asleep, so the moment he woke up today morning he came running to our room to see us. I just love these two kids like they were my own. Even though I was woken up just after 3 hours of sleep, but I couldn’t have been happier.
Ever since it’s been a loud morning with the three kids screaming and playing and singing. While us adults are talking and sipping coffee. These our some of the most precious moments and we look forward to these kinds of breaks every once in a while. Even though it’s going to be a hectic weekend but I know we’ll be happy and recharged with this little break from monotony.
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Happiness is an unexpected little note. Happiness is still feeling the rush of emotions and weak kneed reaction to the slightest touch. Happiness isn’t about the gifts on special occasions but the little things that’s shared every day. Happiness isn’t about trips to exotic places but the regular trips together to the grocery stores and the-not-so-exotic places. Happiness isn’t just sharing the good but it’s the promise to share the good, bad and the ugly. Happiness is knowing that we’re in this together. Happiness is knowing you have your back covered. Happiness is to be loved not just today but every single day. Happiness is having that one hand to hold for a lifetime of happiness.
Wishing you all happiness not just today but everyday single day. Happy Valentine’s Day ❤❤.
Happiness is seeing my 8 year old do her studies without being told to do. We woke up later than usual and finished our breakfast; talked to both our homes. Then I was cleaning the kitchen and Daughter came to me asking to tie her hair. By the time I was done with the kitchen cleaning, I saw her focused with some math problems. That was the best sight. For once I feel all those times of forcing her to sit and study and those times of her thinking I’m being mean is finally worth it. Atlast these things show me that after all the drama a positive habit has taken shape. And Im really thankful for that.
As I type I hear hubby and Daughter trying to work with some algebra problems. Yes in case you are wondering she has figured hubby is the more patient one when dealing with maths and every Sunday they sit for a math session. My job is to take care of the weekly homework and study times. My job is to nag and make sure everything is done. My job is to see she practices the new concepts she works with hubby on Sundays.
While I know all days won’t be perfect and there will be times I will still need to drag her to the study table, we need to take those as bitter pills and swallow them. We need to put in the hard work now to enjoy the perks later. And I’m sure there will be more days like these as she grows up !!
Today for breakfast hubby treated the Daughter and me with cinnamon glazed donuts. Ummm … it was yummm… while I must admit with my constant cheating I don’t really need this extra dose of love but hey I’m not complaining. Coffee and donuts, served to me without moving a finger. That’s happiness alright !!
The very sound of ‘Friday night’ evokes a sense of happiness in me. Today is no different!! It’s almost 8:30 pm and our dinner is done, kitchen cleaned, Daughter ready for bed, the heated blanket plugged in, a movie ready to be played. So time to put the lights out and snuggle close to the hubby. BLISS !!