Esok yang dinantikan
Tomorrow will mark our forth wedding anniversary. I’m pretty sure the husband totally forgets about it. Our head now full with Ichiro this, Ichiro that [and ehem Farm Town]. Well… I’m not expecting him to remember the day that we took the oath to be husband and wife, but for sure I’ll be hell happy if he remembers like last year.
This year we will celebrating with a baby that we call son. Our little sunshine Darwis Ichiro taught us what happiness and sacrifice is. The moment we decided to have a baby, we are fully aware that the baby comes with a package of sleepless night and smelly diaper. Sleep is luxury ever since Ichiro came to this world, but amazingly we never complained. [Ok I lie, I did once a while..ehe]
Ok, to tell u da truth, I want Imran to remember the day. So the above paragraph about Ichiro ya da ya da, just to consider some concrete reasons in case Imran forget our anniversary. More like to pujuk diri sendiri.
But on second thot…hey pujuk diri sendiri is not my thing ok and never will. Imran by all means kene ingat la. Kalau tk ingat siapppppppp.
I don’t have any plan yet, but a surprise gift from Imran sgtla di alu-alukan. Ehe. Tkyah la celebrate2 makan2 buat biak lemak jer. Yg penting gua dapat hadiah. Ehe.
Ok kite tunggu esok.