Home of the Four Trans

On our wedding day, the priest asked us in front of our family and friends the one quality  that each of us cherished in the other. Loi, caught a bit of guard, answered with a simple, “She’s sweet,” although I highly doubt that that is an adjective many would use to describe me. I may be small, but not exactly sweet.

I, also caught a bit off guard, answered with the first (and true) thing that came to my mind, “He’s my best friend” (through tears, runny mascara, and loosened false lashes, of course.).

Now, six years later, I suppose he still finds me sweet (sometimes), although he did retract his answer later on on our wedding day. Just kidding. Actually, Loi is the only person who’s seen me in all my faces. And, yes, he has seen my sweet side, perhaps when others saw it least. He sees the best in me when I doubt myself the most. Even with my stretch marks and aging skin, he still thinks I’m beautiful. He is the only person I can be myself around, wholly and fully, and know that he understands me sometimes better than I understand myself. I trust him more than any person on this earth with my life and children. He is my best friend.

I suppose one of my only complaints is that we have only 2 children. The goal was to give birth to one every other year; we’re behind one kid. OK, I’m chuckling. We never made such a goal because our boys came along when they wanted, and we didn’t plan for either of them, and that is the way life shall be for us. Caring for Justin is quite the challenge for us, and having more is not exactly going to be an easy feat for us to follow, but we’ll take what we can have. Surprisingly (not really), the discussion of more children is pretty often and loud in our household coming from everyone including Nathan (he wants 3 more brothers all named Nathan, and 1 sister named Pretty). The question is, are we ready? I’ve decided to answer it this way: we were never really ready for the first two, and if we ever waited to be ready, then it will never happen. Waiting to be ready gives us too much time to think about how we’re not ready. When the time comes, we’ll be ready. Loi on the other hand is much more practical in his thinking and is more concerned about divorce rates, financial issues, and my ability to care for all three kids at one time. Anyway, this is just a glimpse of what is or is not to come in year seven.

In the meantime, we do as only best friends who are married should: love, fight, and make up.

Here’s a glimpse of our anniversary celebration as planned by Loi as a surprise for me to make me feel special :).

Then, we came home to the cutest two little munchkins in the world (well, we think so, anyway), with one half sleeping and starving because he missed his Mama, and the other sleeping soundly on the couch while waiting for Mama and Papa.

Happy 6 Years to us!

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