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My Dearest Sweetest... an open letter

When my Hubby and I were still in a long distance relationship… I used to send him cards every week. Even if we chatted online religiously and talked on the phone frequently… I still sent him cards with sweet messages that I wrote to tell him how much I missed him.

When my Hubby and I got married… I am now used to just writing checks for bills… filling up forms… and doing his paperwork.

This is the 3rd New Year that we are together as husband and wife. And we have only a couple of hours left before the year ends. I am writing this letter to tell him how much I miss him… even if he is just a foot away.

My Dearest Sweetest,

We only have few more hours left and a new year will begin. I wish we could spend those remaining few hours of 2009 cuddling while watching CSI and waiting for the countdown. But then, we are spending it like any ordinary nights… ME – multi-tasking [watching TV, facebooking, blogging and chatting with Japol] and YOU – snoring away to dreamland and too tired to even take …

It's Indeed... Christmas!

I woke up to a nice, sunny white Christmas morning and to Hubby's sweet and loving "Merry Christmas" greeting... with a matching one-of-a-kind, multi-colored, half-a-carat trinity diamonds and white gold necklace. Yes! I got another piece for my collection. [wink*]

I woke up this Christmas morning very excited with the present. Whose girl will not be excited? They're diamonds! They're girls' BFFs! And what does an excited girl would do when she receives a diamond? She'll "facebook" it! LOL

It's indeed Christmas! After an entire year of waiting... a few days of countdown... a little effort of taking several trips to all the stores in town that has a big "SALE" mark on its window... a lot of painstaking moments to beat the traffic and finding a spot to park the car... a lot of decision making ordeal in finding the right present for the right person... a couple of sleepless nights wrapping the presents... and one last chance to hold …