Since the silent years on this blog, where our last chapter closed on rosy love, I have come to re-visit this place. A quiet space on the interweb which seems to be a cross between sitting under a tree and yelling into a canyon.

In those silent years, we have fought and made up, tried for 15 months to conceive, enjoyed 9 months of growing a child in a belly, and been put through the grinder of parenthood.

I am no longer the same.
I am older, my body is more broken.
I am less ambitious (already!?)
I am more contented, our baby's hugs are golden.
I am stiffer, bigger, baggier.
I am tired.
I want for less.
I've learnt to live with less.
I've learnt to ask for less.

Some days, I put my head down and cannot get back up.
In these times, you have still been my anchor.
You finish what I cannot
You hold us together.

I don't know where you find the strength
But I am always deeply grateful.

Thank you for being a great daddy.

the working house husband

Dennis is so sweet. Ever since I started my new job and been very tired (and currently sick), he does most of the evening meals. :D
I feel so blessed and I know it's rare to have this. Thank you God for a man who can hold me up in the most sacrificial ways (the small unnoticed ways that dont get huge thanks)- washing, getting a cup of tea for a sick wife, foot massages before I sleep.
Sometimes I feel ashamed that he is so good to me! I don't deserve it.

But thank you so much Dennis. You love is amazing.

God is moulding us in new ways.
His ways are higher, His love is greater.

My Baby Just Cares For Me

Dennis has been returned home safely. I am so happy to have him back to me. His person is so irreplacable- his voice, the way he feels next to me, and his smell when he looks sleepy in the mornings. I think after being a week apart (the necessity of the PR application) I appreciate him much more and absence definitely makes the heart grow fonder.

I've learnt a lot about myself this past week too. And I want to make sure I remember to be independent and positive, and to take care of the people I love.

She wondered what was hiding in his CK briefs

A sausage?
A gun?
A joystick?
A cucumber?
A nunchuk?
A vacuum cleaner?
A lava lamp?
A carrot?
A spray can?

It turned out to be the kind of meat you call a boner.

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond, I know
she's used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
- Jeffrey McDaniel

Hearing "I love you" from you still makes my heart skip a beat.

Dennis' haiku to Sara

My spy poem
Oh lovely Sara, you are the apple of my eye
I spy on you day and night
Because you are my wife
- Dennis

Sara: HAHAHAH that is so… bad… its funny!

your sex is like

Fire.

Cos I'm fly

Like a G6.