The big day IV | Last hours

1 hour…the hour of sleep I manage to grab before my alarm “do the thing it was build to do”.

My mum was with me. She can’t sleep too. So, I ended up crawling into her bed, lying on her chest chatting with her, spending my last few hours being the little “manja” daughter she always have…recalling all the good and wonderful time I have staying with her in Melaka.

Time with my parents…too short. I been away from home all by myself for almost 12 years now. In that 12 years, JP is in for 11 years.

As we chat, I realize time is short, in just 3 hours time…I will be someone wife. Her chest was small and thin, I can even feel her heartbeat. This little women, is the one who brought up 3 children all by herself, yet she is always gentle and caring. She is the reason, during the toughest hour of my life, I learn to press on and persevere. I learn to be strong, but never hard. I learn to love, and always forgive. I will remember, and ensuring I pass on the same value…to my children.

A bride with 1 hour sleep, that is the worst the makeup artist ever heard. However, she gave her very best ensuring I looks good. In fact, I told myself to enjoy the day no matter how…

And, I am pretty sure…I do.

End note: This is an extra insight I wanted to share…which is meaningful to me. Next will be the day…for real…the big day! Oh, not to forget the hen’s night…hmm…