something sweet

I missed baking.

Since it is Christmas, I decided to bake butterscotch.  It is an old recipe that I had been using countless of times.  I thought I'd change it up for today.  Instead of nibbly squares, I'd make it more pie-ish, that way we can put vanilla ice cream on top.

I baked it in a pie dish and tweaked the recipe just a little bit.  And that is our Christmas dessert :)

pacman

 My husband who is not a big fan of sweets, had already eaten two portions!

crunchy and chewy

I think I just discovered what I'm bringing to the next potluck I'm invited to!

Merry Christmas :)

where in the world are you?

At the beginning, it was my husband's assignment to check the mail.  He does it regularly--as in once a week, and that was okay.

But one week suddenly felt too long once I started (restarted?) buying things online.  If an item is being shipped using forwarders other than FedEx and DHL, tracking information provided are not really helpful.  

Shipped.

In transit.

Customs Cleared.

It isn't even telling of the location.  

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So everyday from the date of expected delivery, I wait.

Everyday, I ask my husband 'Did anything come in?'

'I will check on Saturday'  he would say.

'Ummmm.  Can you check now?  Please.'

'I can check tomorrow.'

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One certain day, I felt I needed to know at once.

I went to our mailbox myself. 

Since then, I had claimed ownership of our mailbox.

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I am especially waiting for a package that had been shipped to me more than two weeks ago.

Everyday, I hope.  

I hope that when I open that mailbox, there is a note there from the postman that tells me my package is here.

a glimpse, a thought, a smile

"I see you"

The Avatar reference, kind of creeps me out too.  Yes.

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My husband wears his ring everywhere.

Watching basketball, doing chores, sleeping.  I think he even wears it taking a bath.

The idea makes me smile a little bit.

Not for some ideal that committed men wear their rings for the world to see.  Or that it is a sign of loyalty.  It is not really a measure of anything.

Maybe it's because he is a strict-watch-only-guy.  Seeing how he truly embraces his transition to a wedding-band-and-watch-guy, is a good enough reason to smile more.

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Idea, check.

Reality?

What of everyday things?

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We'd be talking, or I'd ask him to pass the sugar, and there.  I see it.  I catch a glimpse of that sliver of metal around his finger and my heart stops.

I remember.  

I am reminded.

Every now and then.  I pause and think.

We are married.

WE ARE MARRIED.

And that is a good enough reason to smile all day long.

time to go home?

We had been back to Singapore for two days now and waiting to fly out for our honeymoon.

Throughout the day, I'd check the time and think that I should be heading home and then realise that I don't have to.  I am home. I now live here.  

I no longer need to be away from my husband.

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Finally, I can say "from now on" is my answer to the England Dan song, we'll never have to say goodbye again.