Yesterday I raised a question to my husband to-be if he’s happy that we’re going married, and he directly asked “what about you” after answering that he’s very happy.
I conceded to him that my feeling was mixed, happy, overwhelmed, nervous and sad at once. Why sad? he continued asking.
My sadness isn’t groundless. Once I’m married, I no longer solely belong to my parents, I have another person who will take care and responsibility of me. It’s about sentimental feeling that obviously emerges from inside of me as I consider my self haven’t completed and paid back what they have done to me. For the tears and sweat dropped from them that money can’t buy.
Many times before, I kept asking my self if this marriage they really wanted from me. I knew I couldn’t pay the purest love they give to me or even give a price over the parental bound of us as it’s too precious and priceless. My parents are obviously embodiment of the purest love I’ve ever received and I am hopeful that I can give the similar toward my lovely family. Then I know, they couldn’t be happier seeing me with the man who I love. They are very welcome to have one son who will share his life with me.
Thanks mum, dad for the thick and thins you went through to survive me.