Watching the yolk of the brilliant sun rise above a spotless horizon on a cool, crisp dawn melting the heavens into marshmallow shades of coral, pink and blue, with the orchestra of birds singing in the fresh air and schools of geese and swans swimming before us, with little bunnies hopping around in the background; jogging along trails that you had trained in for your Iron man event along the rush of a mighty river underneath a canopy of trees stretching as far as the eye can see; walking through the park where you used to meditate in, surrounded by the gentle rustling of leaves fluttering in the wind and a wall of gorgeous pine, fir and willow trees and being showered by dandelions snowing from the sky like fairy dust; being driven around by you through the nooks and crannies of your neighborhood…
… Has been nothing short of magical.
Some mornings I awake in Canada, feeling like I’m the most blessed person in the world. Your parents have been the most amazing hosts. And it is only now that I begin to re-realize, what a wonderful privilege it is to be married to you.
I don’t take it lightly when people comment on how “sacrificial” I might have been marrying you- because of difference in status, health or otherwise. I know God doesn’t see it that way. Through marrying you, I have chosen a different path in life I would otherwise have been too daft to choose earlier, and I have had the amazing privilege of visiting Canada with you and be blessed by another set of amazing parents, whose quiet devotion and selfless acts of service never fail to amaze me day after day, be it through a wonderful meal of home-cooked lobster and lamb racks, or heartfelt conversation. Your parents’ warmth and generosity, your father’s quiet labour around the house, and your mum’s sweet affirmation puts me in tears.
Most of all, who would have dreamt that in a few short days here, we have received more help than we ever imagined for our unexpected, undeserved second wedding. Who would have thought marrying you would release a heavenful of blessings upon my life.
It had been raining relentlessly before we arrived in Toronto apparently-but you have driven away the rain and shown me the clear blue skies of Canada.
Thank you for being my sunshine. Thank you for sharing this part of your life with me.
It’s a privilege to be marrying you again this weekend, sweetie.
Love.
