Today, The Husband and myself are celebrating the second anniversary of our first date. I can’t believe it’s been two years already! It seems like only yesterday that I showed up half an hour late to our first date because I was stuck in a TOEIC exam room in Sukhumvit with a bunch of Thais, laboring under their English exams. They wouldn’t let me out until everyone else had finished their exams (even when I finished mine a full two hours earlier), plus they wouldn’t allow mobile phones inside the room, so the poor man thought I was going to stand him up.

Good thing he waited for me, though – probably because he was still happily browsing around the Sony Center in MBK! I shudder to think what my life would be like now, if he hadn’t. But then, I like to think that fate would’ve found to a way to bring us together, no matter what!

So here we are, two glorious years later. The whole relationship has been anything but smooth sailing, but we have weathered our storms together. We are firmly stuck together with (super) glue, and will remain so for as long as we both shall live.

I love you, Stephen Young. And I can’t tell you enough what an honor it is to be married to you.

Even if does mean getting my what’s left of my already stubby nose nibbled into oblivion for the next 50-odd years or so.