The Love Of My Life

4.50 in the morning..

After gunwibi left home for work
My son is still in his dream
Nothing to do
Then check out the PC for sending an email to my brother
There's an intention to write in this blog
about my love...

Gunawan Wibisono

This morning i felt very grateful for what God has done in my life, especially, He gives me such a great man for being my husband.

Gun is a pilot in one of the flag carrier indonesia commercial airline.
I'm so proud of him
I'm so proud for being his wife
and such an honour for me to have a chance growing old with him.
He's a man who fear the Lord.
He holds on principal of truth tightly.
He always protects me.
He always loves me.
I'm impressed with his priesthood.
I never feel alone, because i have him in my side.
I have a shoulder for crying.
He is a loving husband.
He is a romantic person.
He is a good father for my son.
Even sometime i do an annoying thing to him, he always be patient on me, he never angry at me.
His word is always pampering me.
Even his imperfection seems beautiful in my eyes.
Well, i'm afraid it would take too long, because when i talk about his good things, it seems never can be ended.

We spend a lot of time together. Doing everything together. Laugh together. Even cry together. We love to go on trip just the two of us, finding place that we've never been by map. Take a wrong turn so often because we are to excited on conversation while driving. In the morning just after we open our eyes, lying on the bed, we spend time for talking, discussing, arguing, debating about all things that will come up to hugging or even fighting, until at 2 PM we get up and do the routine. We act like a child when we are together, tickling, jumping, cuddling, crying because of trivial things. 

He's a gadget buff. He likes download all the application in his 3 gadgets, he have ever lost his all data because the application that he downloaded,he become cranky and fussy all the week, but it doesn't make him quiet, he keeps continuing to do that. He doesn't want to eat if the spoon and the fork that i prepared for him is in different design. He always sings the song with a completely wrong lyric, and still believe that he sings correctly, confidently. He loves a well-present meal and bacon, and hates traffic jam so much.

I love my husband, and i hope we love each other until we die, at the same time.