I was going through a pile of things in my room at my parent’s yesterday, when I saw our wedding cake topper safely tucked and sealed. Today marks the 3rd year of us signing the papers as husband and wife (*blogpost here) and a day we’ve been looking forward to despite a tough year. One of the (difficult) things I’ve grown to learn is that marriage requires hard work. A lot of it.

So hard that I sometimes wonder if it is worth it and my better (and more patient) half assures me it is. That the road ahead is filled with challenges to strengthen us as a couple. That it is ok to make mistakes as long as you learn from them.

One sagely advice we were given about marriage is how to constantly keep the flame alive and learn to fall in love with each other again. It gets harder and harder as the years go by, as familiarity breeds contempt.

To my darling husband,

Thank you for your unconditional love and continuous commitment towards me and the marriage. For your never ending support and care. For all the breakfasts in bed you lovingly prepare. For the many green tea pretzel treats and fried chicken runs you make just to perk up my day. And for accepting me for who I am and helping me grow into the best person I can be.

Happy 3rd Anniversary! And thank you for the lovely bouquet of flowers. My colleagues are envious and I’m proud as a peacock. :P