Someone sent me an email which brought tears to me.

About how she had walked away with the most brilliant husband who had loved her unconditionally when she was in doubt and how it ended up with a lovely marriage with 2 amazing children.

Suddenly, today, I saw my future, if I allow myself to see.

And it was so a beautiful picture that I could envision, and I actually cried when I closed my eyes and painted the scenario of Minibean, me and the amazing guy I would one day marry.

The man who will banter with me with witty remarks, who I will do my silly dance around, loves Minibean like his own, and one who is an open book of love and has a big…. heart.

I can think about the laughters we share as we watch Minibean grow, and she will be told how she is loved every single night, just after we took turns to tell her stories(we will even put up impromptu play to amuse her on her bad days) and kiss her forehead goodnight. We will have a couple of more kids so she wouldn’t grow up lonely. He will say funny jokes to crack me up as I push and heave(and highly likely cursing him and digging my nails into his hand) when I refuse epidural again for my next bundle of joy. We will be a strong family nuclei, supporting each other, and our kids through every step of their lives.

We will love each other’s quirks(he must fart louder than I do!) and complement each other, and most importantly, compromise, respect and communicate like it was our first day falling in love.

We will watch the world go back at the deep of the night, of passing traffic and dazzling lights as we talk about everything random as I lay in his arms on a lazy couch by the window/balcony when the kids are asleep.

The kids will jump onto the bed and wake us up to go for weekend trips, and calling us leaving voicemails in our phones to ask us to hurry back to spend time with them.

Daddy would send kids to school, we will kiss them as we drop them off, and head off to work. We will always put family first because no matter how much money we earn, the time spent with them will never be replenished.

There will be little notes he will find in his suitcase(or maybe kinky thongs) when he reached work after dropping me off at work with a kiss.

He will surprise me and the kids with sudden tickets to Disneyworld and we will explore overseas as an entourage, taking pictures with ice-cream stains on everyone’s face.

The little skips in our steps… the sudden piggyback of the kids and even Mummy on his back.

The first school concerts, the first falls from the bicycle(possibly at Ubin as we explore the island, getting them acquainted to nature’s beauty), when they panic as they lose their milk teeth, and how Minibean will be there as the big sister giving them love and assurance as she had been there done that with our help.

Every morning and every night will be one of sweet, genuine kisses of affections.

Our fears all laid bare.

We will sneak out for little dates with the kids over at grandparents, and he will love my parents, and my parents will love him dearly too.

We will sometimes join MY friends, because he will know how important they are to me, and they will love him anyway.

And I don’t need to have the biggest sparkle, but I will have the most beautiful proposal with my friends and family all part of it.

Okay, I selfish a bit, we will have a fabulous sex life. Hehehehe.

Daddy will help Mummy’s mind to grow and not to wither with hurt or mindfucking. Each other’s source of strength, source of love, and source of confidence.

We will have a “Do-one-new-thing-a-month” theme for the family, and we will try to keep to schedule(sometimes Daddy and Mummy will procrastinate, but…) as we try things like…. like.. like.. learning hiphop(and see Mummy fall), juggling, going to the musical, going to a play, make-your-own-cup pottery classes, going to the nursery(you know the one with flowers)…. so many things to do.

We will bake cake on some weekends, and all birthday cakes will be home-baked, a result after a few flour wars and I make the kids clean up(erm, that’s what kids are for right? Haha).

Daddy and Mummy will become art appreciators as they figure out the abstract drawings of the kids and sometimes tsk-tsking at them for not drawing Mummy to be slimmer and Daddy’s tummy to be smaller.

We give them hugs when they need some cuddles and stroke of hair, and Daddy will do that to Mummy too.

Our first drawing will be from Minibean of all 3 of us with heart shapes all around the drawing block, and the rest will replicate hers, just with more little stick people to represent the siblings.

We will be going to different volunteer organisations where they will grow up with a big heart like their Daddy with the willingness to help, and share the love(the right way hor) with those who needs help. They will learn to love and give fearlessly with no discrimination.

They will be pampered but not spoilt. The parents will spoil and pamper each other. Giggles.

Daddy and Mummy will sometimes have to look out for little sneaky tricks the kids gang up to make fun of us, and our main mission is to bust their little mischiefs.

And before we knew it, we watch Minibean and her siblings growing up a little rebellious but still with us as best friends as we deal with their teenagehood problems, me giving them silly remedies for pimples(squeeze them when they are raw!!)… and I will be glad I don’t have my boobs hanging at my waist cos I don’t have them to begin with(but he will appreciate them all the same hahaha)!

And then, they are all fine, young adults who maybe have their imperfections but greatly, deeply loved and blessed.

We will be wrinkly, and he will still tell me how beautiful I am, and I will tell him how his belly is very sexy.

There are so many, so many, more.

It isn’t even hard, though it sounds ideal.

Because the moment you find the man who truly loves you and you love dearly, the future is what you can make of.

And I saw it, if I allow myself the chance to feel that I deserve such person, and as long as I move on.

And I smiled to myself at this picture.

And the other snippets I didn’t manage to capture fast enough to blog down, as the list will go on and on and on and on and on and on…

Just like the love for the family I can see.

Of love, of dreams, of hope.