Hubby and I will be celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary today. Five years of marriage, our little memorable milestone I would put it.

Five years, well, nine in all if we count from the time we said our first hello - it seems that it flew by very fast but in truth, our five short years together was/is a work in progress.

We’ve had moments when I’m ready to give up (I say, “I” because M never really thought about the possibility of leaving; I was always the out-here-in-a second impatient person) but looked back, thought hard and ready to take a chance again. Our daughter deserves a whole family so we have agreed to set aside our pride and (sometimes) resentment towards each other and be better persons, for each other and most especially to our daughter. I’m a bit proud to say that we’ve matured and the home front is not much of a war zone now.

So instead of saying congratulations to one another for making it five years, I congratulate all couples who have survived many years of marriage bliss. People who eventually found the secret to keep their hands off their spouse’s neck!