Love story : Dee and Dang

On November the 11th, we celebrated one month of bliss, a month of Dang being with me in Korea.

Over the past month, I wouldn’t say that time has stood still, for life has kept on moving at a furious pase; Dang and I have found ourselves busy with work and life. We  aren’t living in some magical land, but life is, indeed, enchanted.

Yes, this past month has left me enchanted. The presence of the one I have waited so long for has brought bliss into the daily routine. When I wake, she is there, and I’m at peace. Simply seeing her lying there, a sleeping beauty, my love increases- not just for her, but for the world as a whole. While at work, I maintain a smile, and toward the end of my week, in very tired days, that smile is as strong as the first day. At the end of those long days, I get to go home with my wife. (She is working with me too, but that is an entirely different blog entry.) We walk home together and talk about our days, and her warm hand in mine draws me to a world parallel to this one. We may use the same streets as everyone else, but the world we are walking in is entirely ours alone. We spend the rest of the night talking and going about the business of life, but I am blessed to get to do those things with her, my angel. When I lay down at night, I am in a state of bliss.

This has been the best month of my life. Yes, the month I got to spend with my love in Thailand before Korea was good, but there are no “goodbyes” that follow this one.

As I review what I have just written, I feel a bit disappointed, for I don’t feel that I captured the true poetry inspired by Dang. I haven’t communicated to you what bliss really is, and for that, I do apologize.

Mama, thank you for coming home to me. I hope that you haven’t now regretted, or ever do, your choice.