it takes a long time to grow young

                                                  Pablo Picasso

You've now hit a milestone, my love. And though you may dread it, I promise to make it a great fun! You know my heart well enough already to know how much joy you've brought in to my life.

You've changed it for the better when you've ignited my love for peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I never knew I could love PB&J as much as I do now when I never appreciated it before! Who knew it just had to be the right kind of jam - blackberry jam, and plain white Asian bread for me to be hooked on this delicious combo! Thank you for introducing me to this or I would've gone through life without knowing what delicacy I'm missing.

of the changing colors of fall and the things couples could do

Hoodies, crackling wood, raincoats, crisp air, puddles, and cuddles.
Fall is here.

I used to have an extreme dislike of Fall. It most likely stemmed from the fact that when we arrived in Canada a little over seven years ago, it was almost Fall. That meant that when I started working and commuting, it was both cold and raining - a very vast and uncomfortable difference from the tropical weather I was used to.

Being acclimated now and realizing it will always come knocking every year, I've learned to slowly embrace fall. I've slowly learned to appreciate the gloom, scarves, hot drinks (hello, PSL), crunchy leaves, orange, red, brown hues, fashion, and especially the cuddles that come with this weather.

of smiles and laughs captured at the laguna beach

we are ready to take on the world. together, hand in hand, always and forever.

of lifetime kisses, hugs, and feels

Marriage, a blessing that lasts a lifetime. 

I remembered being excited about the realization of my dream wedding. And on June 18, 2016, a wonderfully hot California Saturday, my dreams have come true.

This post could actually have a million other different titles but at the moment, nothing rings truer but the fact Nicholas and I will be sharing a lifetime filled with kisses, hugs and all the feels in between. He actually inspired that title (as he should) when I remembered him saying this to me last week when I said I was missing him a great deal. "I'll be waiting for you at home with feels and hugs." He's quite the affectionate and sometimes cheesy guy and I am forever grateful to God that he is who he is - no trouble showing and expressing his admiration and love.

of happy stress that is the wedding planning

I have found the one whom my soul loves.

Song of Solomon 3:4                                            

If this was at the start of the year, this post's title would sing an entirely different tune. It won't definitely not be happy stress, just plain old stressful stress. If that even makes sense. It's only a little over a month away, mind you, so I think I'd be forgiven if I turn into bridezilla, but really, I am starting to see my vision materialize before my very eyes that it doesn't matter that much that there's a GAZILLION things to do. 

Centerpieces, flowers, backdrops, groomsmen vests, my maids of honor's dresses - you name it, and it's probably still on the list! Heck, even my dress is on that list! When I told my friends stuff that still need to get done, they're the ones who started panicking and said, "Oh my God, I can't breathe for you!" But I just shrugged. Things have a way of turning out okay anyway. Or I should say, God has a way of turning everything out okay.

How Do They Say It? Oh Yes, Ours Is My Favorite Love Story

I grew up loving Cinderella, romantic comedy movies or any love story with a fairy tale resemblance happily ever after ending. Hearing stories of how couples I know met and eventually ended up together warms my heart, and gives me hope that one day, I'll have mine to share.

While Nick and I's love story wasn't born out of long courtship that spanned from childhood, or that he saw me across the room and was besotted with my smile - it is ours to share and smile upon. And that makes it the most beautiful love story I have ever heard.

That Day Came. And Then I Knew

What day will be mine? I don't know. But that day will come. And then I'll just know. ;)

Almost six years ago, I wrote that in this blog. I had no idea when that day will come, or if it will ever come at all, but I've never lost hope that I will one day find him. You see, when I wrote that, I wasn't in the best time of my life. I needed to assure myself that just because it failed for me once, love will never work for me. Love happens to anyone and that gives me great hope that it will happen to me. I won't say that my hope has never faltered because it did. But my hope was grounded in the knowledge of who God is, steadfastly rooted in His love.

"Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday." - 500 Days of Summer

It was a sunny Sunday in March.