Going forth, Happy Fourth!

Every year our wedding anniversary evokes different emotions in me. Which is weird? Or may be it is natural. In 2011, the year we got married, this date was waited for with a lot of excitement and anxiety. An year later, we couldn’t believe we had spent a whole year together already, as man and wife. There were hardly any change in our relationship. And for what it’s worth, it had only become better with the staying together part. By the second anniversary, things were more or less the same. We were working, and travelling.and pretty much living a life we had dreamt of, together.

But in the last 2 years, where we have carried and birthed a child and now parents to a 14 month old, we have changed. All our decisions are now centered around the precious little miss. I am no longer the one who is pampered silly by the husband. He is no longer the only one who makes my heart skip a beat.
We have started addressing each other as Mumma and Papa πŸ™‚ But this is only the cute part of the change.

We have also become a little less patient with each other. We have become so much more opinionated. Our screaming matches have become more passionate. At heart, we are still the same people who want to live and love each other the way we did. But. Our priorities have changed a little bit. This one tiny creature in our life takes the cake for the change. She is so lively she fills our heart with pride. So is so naughty, she deprives us of all our energy, which basically makes us so cranky with each other. He thinks I love her more than him. I think he loves her more than me. We both know that’s true. But we don’t agree πŸ™‚

The first year as parents is the toughest, I think, in every which way. But we are learning. Things are already beginning to fall back in the same place. We are getting back to becoming the couple that we were, before we became parents (only). So this post is a toast to this new beginning. Happy fourth, my dear πŸ™‚

 

Another milestone! Or is it?

It’s our second Wedding anniversary. What’s wrong with time? Forget the “Time flies” adage, I think time is travelling in one of those Japanese bullet trains. Before you know it, you hear a “Whooshh” and that’s another milestone passing by. It feels like, before I know it, I’ll be a dadi/nani, recounting stories of of romance, love and commitment hamare zamaane ke, you know.

But, on a serious note, it’s been a fabulous journey so far. I have been so happy at times, that I wanted to pinch myself to believe if it was true! And then there were times, when we have fought like there was no tomorrow. But we always make up. Not because we have to, but because we really want to. After a full fledged screaming match and calling each other names, we do get the feeling that the issue wasn’t really worth a fight. But then, a good scream and fight here and there, doesn’t hurt anyone right? In fact I feel, doing that sometimes is almost therapeutic. But yeah, you gotta underline that “sometimes”, ok? And whoever says and believes that “I love you for what you are” is completely bullshit and you should know that. Spouses keep trying (mostly unsuccessfully and therapeutically ;-)) to change each other and do succeed a little. Only to be faced with a “tum badal gaye ho” a little later. Married life is full of such and many other clichΓ©s. And yet, each journey is so different from the other.

H and I started ours on this day, two years ago. By far, it has been the most important, the most special and the most romantic day of my life. I had waited for it, yearned for it and was lucky enough, to get to live it.
Just like time, our equation too is changing everyday. At 2 years, I have learnt to cook, as much as a survival meal for two. Now that’s an achievement if you know my disapproval for cooking. And H has learnt that to get me to cook, he has to say this in the most pleasing way, “Don’t worry babes, we’ll order from outside”. Likewise, H hates to oil my hair (an activity which I emphasize must be carried out religiously 4 times a week). And so, I have learnt that I can almost (ALWAYS!) get it done if I top with a hot chocolate. So, there.

We both have our quirks. We love some of it. We try and change the rest. But as long as I can fit my head snugly in the nook of his arm at the end of a long day, I am not worried. I know we are moving in the right direction. Growing up. Having fun. Fighting it out. Most importantly, together.
Babes, I know you will agree to whatever I said above. If you don’t, well, we can always talk it out over a cup of hot chocolate, can’t we?

Hail the Bond couple! πŸ˜‰