He would wake up earlier than me- brave the morning chill to water the lawn and plants (in and outside the house) and make breakfast almost every single day.

 

He can be a perfectionist. He would put everything so nicely- hot milo in the cup, with sandwich/bread with jam/butter on. He makes his own sandwich for work. He cooks most meals every day, while I just cook the rice or prepare non-meaty ingredients. I eat meat, but I don't touch raw meat. haha. I would wash the dishes and utensils at the end of the meal. At least, I do something.

 

He is very special to me. His every smile- melts my heart, and I hug him every time I see him. He tickles me like I am a kitten. I would say to him, "You stink". But I know he does not need any expensive perfume, for he smells good naturally- rare for a man.

 

I am known to be quite serious. On the other hand, he would amuse me with his tactics, like talking to me using pillows- which he affectionately call them 'mao' (chinese for cats). I have no idea why he has such a strong fondness for "imaginary cats". I would always joke he uses pillows as comfort items because he lacked motherly love when young.

 

 

He was a student with few coins when we wed. 

He bought me no carat-sized diamonds.

Neither did he buy me a glamorous wedding.

But he makes sure we live fine today,

And pampers me with much tenderness.