It seems only yesterday when I vowed before God, family and friends to love and cherish H for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I really prayed very hard that I was making the right decision that day. Amidst intrigues and vehement reactions of rumor mongering nobodies, I held my head up high, fought for my love and walked down that aisle with sure steps. With the support of my family and friends, I was very confident to start a new life with my Mr. Right.
Nine years later, nothing has changed. I still feel the same. I still believe he is my Mr. Right – I would readily marry him over again in a heartbeat.
Our nine years together are blessed with happiness and love. Although there are rare petty arguments (usually on our respective cases), everything has been smooth sailing for us. We may not have children of our own, but with God’s grace, such fact never affected our married life. He is very understanding, generous, kind, supportive and loving. I am grateful that God brought me to him because I feel that with him is where I am supposed to be. I do not agree to some contentions that love between husband and wife will wane as the years roll by. In my case, I love my husband more today than I love him yesterday. My love for him grows more and more as I spend more and more time with him. In nine years, I have become so dependent on H that honestly speaking, I cannot live without him anymore. Cliche as it may sound, but that is the truth.
This is the first time that we celebrated our anniversary by ourselves. We just heard mass and had a quiet dinner out. I was not in the mood to entertain and celebrate it with a party because my mom’s not home (she takes care of parties for me) plus the fact that I’m still worried over my mom’s abnormal bone scan results. Hay, that’s another story…
Happy 9th wedding anniversary to me : )