Monday, 11 August 2014

Mrs Bowers

I know the wedding is four months away, but when ever I'm not busy working on my thesis, wedding planning, photoshoots or some other random projects I take on... I feel like one of those schoolgirls doodling their crushes' names on the back page of a spiral notebook.

Her Name + His Name = Love.
Mrs HisLastName.

Except it's not a schoolgirl crush, and it's for real, and I can't believe how time has flown. In the blink of an eye I've gone from a kindergartener to the first day of primary school, to the first day of high school to PMR to SPM to the first day of SAM to the first day of law school to the day I dropped out, to the first day at Monash and then GRE and the day I met Darren and the day I flew into LA and the day I moved to Leander and the day ... the day he proposed.

I like doodling cartoons for Darren with my Sharpies. It brings me back to using my hands and working with colors, takes time away from my books and work and makes me stop to appreciate a slower pace of life, even if it's just 10 minutes of sketching. Then I give him the doodles and he pins them on his Spiderman corkboard at his gaming desk and on his corkboard in the office, and he gets a big smile on his face when he looks at them. He just ordered me a set of 24 Sharpie markers off Amazon so I could have more colors, I can't wait to get my hands on them.

I would hate to forget these little moments. I would hate for memories to get lost in the cloud of time, or worse, in the haze of jaded adulthood or old-age Alzheimer's, and I guess that's primarily why I blog, because I want these memories to live somewhere. I don't want to forget how excited I am to be Mrs Bowers, even though I'm not changing my last name because I am my parents' only daughter and I think it would be nice to keep my family name, because being Mrs Bowers doesn't change any part of what made me the person I am today -- it just gives me more but doesn't take anything away.