My husband made me cry.

We fight. A lot.

When we were dating, I thought we fought more than most couples do.

When we got married, I thought we fought more than when we were dating. 

And now that we have a baby, we seem to fight even more.

We don't do gifts.

We don't do lovey-dovey in public.

We don't exactly do "romance" too.

And some days, we just feel like hammering each other on the head.

BUT...

On our so-called second (or was it third?) honeymoon, he surprised me with a cake on board the flight. I was broken then, stressed and depressed with work, health, and life. 

The surprise fixed it. 

It fixed me.

When he goes out of town for work, we are both teary-eyed as he leaves the house. When he returns, we act like teenagers who are crazy in love.

When we squabble, he gets me sweet treats after that. Cakes. Ice cream. Whatever that says "let's make up," without really saying it.

And that night I couldn't cook dinner because I slept very little the night before, he picked up dinner (which I know he hates because we are working hard to eat healthily) and came home with this:

The pig-in-the-basket I craved for each year during Midautumn Festival (and he always refuses to get any for me.)

That night, I cried.

It's silly to cry over a cheap piece of biscuit. But this biscuit says so much.

I don't need luxury bags, or branded sunglasses, or bouquet of flowers on special occasions.

I don't need those.

I need someone who knows when I need a pick-me-up, and knows exactly what to do. Any day of the year.

Even after all the squabbles. 

I'm glad I found that someone.

(Even though he annoys me, and I still do feel like hammering him on the head at times.)