Chasing Intan

Approaching Mr.D's birthday, I thought I want to write a little bit about him..  Sometimes I was green with envy when I saw someone posted on her instagram a gift from her hubby. You know something like, "thanks hubby.. You know me really well" or "thanks for the surprise" or even "an early christmas gift". I'm talking about Chanel here LOL.  Well that's just me being human.. Cos as matter of fact, Mr D "never" splurge on me. Ever since we dated many years ago until we become one, he never give something I really like. He knows I'm a shoewhore, but he never give me one. He knows I'm a makeup addict, he never give me even one single lipstick. At first I was like, complaining. Deep in my heart. So many why oh why popping in my mind. But as we goes along the way, I started to understand his way of thinking.  So what did he give me?  He provides comfort. A house to live in, a big comfy bed to sleep everynight, a refrigerator that ...

You won't remember the way I stood in the bathroom late that night in labor with you, fearfully and excitedly gazing up at the moon, knowing I was going to bring you into the world soon and whispering to you, "We can do this." You won't remember the way you looked at me right after you were born, or the way I pulled you up next to my heart and marveled "Hi, baby" in your ear. You won't remember the way you healed my broken spirit. The way you completed my heart. I was weak before I had you, and you made me whole again. You won't remember the way I proudly watched you everywhere we went, you were always the most beautiful boy in the room to me. You won't remember the way you made me laugh with all of the silly things you did. I saw how kind your heart was. You won't remember the way I would brush the hair off of your forehead and the way you'd look up at me. Without any words, our souls could touch and say everything to each other that wor...