Translated…
After I’d had my shower, seeing how the kids who just finished watching their cartoons are circling and bugging their dad who was busying in and out of the kitchen, not used to not having their dad to play games and tell them their bedtime stories.
I’d asked him if he wanted to go take a bath first, he’d told me he was watching the stove. “Just waiting for the water to broil? I’ll watch it for you.” He’d replied, “no, I’m making lotus seed rib soup.” Ahhhhhhhhhh? We’d already finished supper, and you’re still cooking? This, was the debut of the newly bought pressure cooker, after the raucous, my husband lifted open the lid mysteriously, I’d looked in, “Wow, it’s red bean soup!”, he’d scooped up a bowl to give to the kids, smiled at me, replied, “yeah, didn’t you tell me you had cramps?”
This, was not the first time he’d cooked me red bean soup. As we were dating, one evening, we’d cooked over the phones until late night, I’d told him, that I’d had difficulties in my time of the month, and how my mother would cook brown sugar red bean soup for me, but that particular day, my mother didn’t know, that I was cramping again.
The very next day, he’d called me when I got up, told me to come down stairs to look; there was a blue thermos water bottle by the door, at the other end of the line, he’d told me, that it was, red bean soup. He was headed back to Hsinchu to work from Hsinsheh, at five in the morn, he’d made me red bean soup, drove out of his way to my house, then, up north, to Hsinchu to work. At that very moment, the thought of wanting to marry him started taking roots.
Awhile ago, we were invited to a wedding, heard the familiar wedding vows, “In sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, happiness or sorrows, I will be by your side, always.” Every couple, at the moment of the exchange of wedding vows probably never thought of betraying one another; but, as we were hit by the rains and the storms, in difficult times, how much strength would help us carry through?
That day, I looked over at my coworker who was in her month’s recovery after birth, she’d told me she’d read up on my weblog how in the cold winter times, I’d gotten out of the warmth of the covers to pump my breasts, and my husband woke, and pulled the covers over my body, fearing that I may get a cold. As a breastfeeding mom, she’d told me how moved she was, as she’d read my words. Honestly, I’d forgotten all about that, but, thanks to the reminder from my coworker, I’d gotten another collected moment of bliss.
Honey, thanks for helping me accumulate that sense of bliss little by little every day in our lives together; although the dreamed about Tiffany ring, and rose bouquets you’d given to me too, but, what made me savored more and more, was actually these ordinary days we shared together. Thank you for your tolerance, your understanding, of me, an imperfect wife, and I’m also very grateful, that my in-laws put up with me, the less-than-perfect daughter-in-law. Being married up until now, I’m still filled with gratitude.
Recording down all of these moments, because I wanted to remind myself of how much love I have. Even if one day, we’d entered a period of difficulty, I will keep on remembering, that I need to make you happy.
And so, there is no love greater than this, the man’s heart is felt here, he was kind toward his wife, loved her, treated her with respect, and naturally, she had, reciprocated his kindness too, and that, is a good relationship.
