Since 2014, we have been helping our friends at BloomRoom.Sg deliver flowers for Valentine’s Day. This year we did the same!
The pros are plenty – we get to make some money out of it; it’s a fun activity driving around Singapore… especially to the places less travelled by us (we even ventured to Sentosa Cove!); we get to enjoy each others’ company for the whole day doing something more meaningful than expensive prix fixe dinners; and it helps that we both work very well together when it comes to planning, navigating and strategising our routes and delivery modus operandi.
A few bouquets were not loaded up yet. Our boot was really full after that!
The boy surprised me with a bouquet of absolutely stunning Ranunculus, David Austin Juliet Roses and Eustomas mixed in with the deliveries! It also helped that my friend Jaclyn knows my taste very well – I like them naturally elegant and rustic with oodles of wildflowers.
Latte took an interest in the leafy bits so we had to hide the bouquet in the room where she can’t gnaw at them!
I really really love the flowers! Actually it’s the first time he actually got me flowers after so many years together (for our wedding I ordered and picked them up myself!) so I’m really very happy The bouquet is just so beautiful.
Bought a mason jar to store the flowers in. Just perfect.
I’ve started cooking on my own recently and I think I’ve been doing a decent job at it. He eats the food with appreciation and sometimes even with admiration.
For most people who know me, “I can’t cook to save my life” has been a self-deprecating mantra that I’ve been reciting for most of my adult life. The other mantra would be “I’m the sous chef and the clean up crew, he’s the actual chef”.
I somehow found some courage and motivation to start trying some simple dishes as a form of self-improvement “project”, so here are some photos to share!
Him: I love our silly banter and jokes and our discussions about movies and your company for meals and other activities, I love being around you and your silly antics, you make me happy in ways no one can.
Me: Do you ever regret marrying me?
Him: I’ll tell you in 20 years’ time.
Him: I want to make more amazing memories with you.
Today marks the 9th year of our marriage, and the 10th year of our first date as a couple. It’s not a very long time, but we have been through ups and downs together; toured many new destinations together; ate food from all over together; had some great and not so great moments together. But we’re are still together.
I’ve always said that I need you more than you need me. But maybe it’s because your love language differs from mine. I’m an insecure one, you see.
One of your dominant love language is “acts of service”, while mine is “words of affirmation”. You don’t communicate love in a verbal manner, but instead you clean the cat litter. I don’t clean the cat litter as often but I know it means a lot to you that I do. I’ll try to clean it more often, ok?
And you pick me up from work almost everyday… you don’t know how much it means to me to see your face smiling out at me from the car after a particularly tough day at work. Being with you keeps me quite grounded when my mind is all over the place.
My personal love language – words of affirmation – as a talkative person, I vocalise every damn thought in my head. So I let you know when I am upset by not saying anything at all and I know that frustrates you. I am trying to fix that and not let my emotions override my actions as much, thank you for being patient with me all these years.