Monthly Archives: July 2014

‘Homecoming’

 

It has been a lovely visit back home for the last couple of days. I have spent quality time with family, friends and basked in the oppressive heat with fortitude; or as Kris says it – “like a trooper.” Singapore is for the most part, what I remembered it to be: awesome local food, (even) crazier crowds, columns and columns of skyscrapers and high-rise buildings. The familiarity of Singlish, the endless stream of conversations that flow as if I never left, and the recollection of shared memories of the yesteryears.

 

I feel very blessed to be pampered head to toe by my family and friends alike. From taking leave from work to spend time with me, to accommodating my food requests, treating me to meals, giving me a ride home, to making time for me and being genuinely happy to share a meal/conversation/cuppa coffee with me!

 

I cannot express how happy that makes me feel.

 

So excuse me while I take a hiatus from this space and enjoy some good old lovin’.

Appreciating the little things!

 

 

As with any married couple, Kris and I have disagreements. It ranges from minor squabbles to full blown “I’m going to box your ears right now” disagreements. Marriage is no piece of cake, the coming together of two (sometimes) completely different and ‘oh-so-stubborn’ individuals is challenging at best. BUT!!! There are days when you cozy into each others arms after a long day, receive kisses on your forehead after a bad day and bask in the quiet comfort of knowing that is always someone to go home to. There are days where joy is doubled and sorrow is halved.

 

Today I was feeling particularly irritable (and I must admit for no good reason), possibly due to the 4 massive load of laundry I had left sitting in the baskets. I blame summer for the compelling need to change clothes every couple of hours! Coupled with our my new exercise regime, I seem to be doing laundry ALL THE TIME! The sweetie pie hubby, knew that I was feeling grumpy, (quite obvious given the grey clouds storming above my head), decided to come with me to the laundry room to help me load the clothes before proceeding to work.

 

It might be a tiny gesture of love to most, but it reminded me again of why I married this lovely man! He’s not good with grand gestures, but in his quiet demeanor he notices little things similar to the above, doesn’t judge me, never ever tells me, “OH STOP WHINNING”, but instead goes out of his way to love me, showers me with unconditional hugs and mostly loves me exactly the way I need to be loved.