Your Parentsā Love Story
Dear Baby Chen,
About 9 years ago, your father and I met through your Aunt Annie. To squash the whole fairytale concept, it was not love at first sight. I was already dating someone and your father was enjoying a carefree life. The following year I was no longer with that someone and wanted to live my best life as a single woman. I vowed I would not fall into another relationship so soon because I always jumped from one to another. Hope youāre not like me in this sense!
As 2 single gals, Aunt Annie & I were on a quest to rule the world as we always have. We loved to go out together, party, and make memories that last a lifetime. On a couple of those nights, I caught your fatherās eye and he decided to make a move. He asked if I could teach him how to cook and I told him Iād be happy to. We went grocery shopping for coconut curry mussel noodles and headed to your grandparentsā house (po po & gong gong) to make it. Your father was not very impressed by the dish and he still does not know how to make it up until this day. It was the simplest and tastiest dish I could think of to teach him. Oh well! He can make a mean fried sunny side up egg though!
Following our meal, we went on a walk by Caesarās Bay. This is really the place of our beginnings. The sun had already set, and the path was only lit by the few street lamps and the passing headlights on the Belt Parkway. We sat on a bench, cross legged, facing each other instead of the ocean. Conversation was flowing and we unknowingly did our own version of the 36 Questions That Lead to LoveĀ from psychologist, Dr. Arthur Aron. The New York TimesĀ and Cosmopolitan also wrote articles about it. It was more like 10-15 of our own questions. This may sound cheesy and gross, but I felt so much closer to your father and wanted to keep him forever. I love his analytical brain and his silliness. Youāll see it and love him for it, too.
Counting down the days until we meet. Grow strong and healthy, little bao!













