About a week before our wedding anniversary, I commented on how fast time flew, that I couldn’t believe that we have been married for almost 2 years now. He had this look on his face, as if I just said something that he couldn’t understand.
“Duha ka tuig na diay? Sure oi, mura ma’g bag-o ra ta naminyo. (It’s been two years already? Are you sure? Didn’t we just get married?)” He said.
I stifled a laugh, because we were in a car on the way to Dubai for New Year’s Eve, and there were three other people with us. I asked him what he could’ve been thinking based on how he looked.
“Are you thinking that it really can’t be that long yet?”
He nodded. Well, he really did look confused at the time. So I gave him a refresher.
“We met at the office on February of 2015, right?”
“We first got married January of 2016, right? In Doha?”
He nodded. “But we got married again just last vacation.” He piped in.
“Which was on June 2016.” I added. “It’s 2018, January 2018. It’s been almost two years.”
“Kapaspas. (That was quick.)” 😵