Dear young one,
It’s me, your older –much older- self and that’s good news, because as of today, you will at least live to be 51. So stay in shape, you have a long road ahead of you.
Tag: <span>Love</span>
My husband is my best friend, my soul mate, the nail to my coffin. 🙂
I could write about him for hours, but I know he wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He is introvert and he enjoys watching the extroverts and what he sees makes him smile. So I won’t write much about him, only that he gets me, that we get each other.
Joanne at My life lived full, had a beautiful post yesterday. I started thinking about it and thought about the other friends I have made here in the blogging world. Wouldn’t it be great to get to know each other better. Maybe it’s just me and I am the only “nosy Rosy”.
“And now I pronounce you husband and wife” and from that moment we expect to life happily ever after, because that’s what we aim for. We read it in so many fairy tales when we were young. But then wait a minute, they never get married, the story always ends with a gentle kiss and a long embrace.
This is the toughest daily prompt ever. The easy thing would be not to answer it. Leave it alone, don’t even think about it. Yes, that sounds good. But I never chicken out, got raised to held my head up high and bite the bullet.
It is hard to surprise me, but this small movie did. A friend send it to me on Mother’s Day and it left me speechless and smiling. I just didn’t…
“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, looked at me and gave me the receipt. He meant well, so do all the others, wishing me the same thing over and over since years. Now I just smile politely, a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes and everybody who knows me, would notice. The strangers in the stores they don’t know me, they don’t notice. How could they? It’s their job to be polite to customers. They mean no harm. The younger ones, who don’t have children, think about their own mothers. The older ones, who have children smile, think about their own kids. It’s natural…so it seems.
I went to a garage sale a while back and bought a few books. Back at home I put the books on my have-to-read-pile and a few pages fell down on the floor. Two old and yellowed pages, ripped out of a magazine; the pages don’t show the name, just the page number 38 and 40. I read the story and it made me smile -wish it would show the author. I kept it and it’s on my desk since a while. Today is Valentine’s Day and I thought I will no write a smoking post, but will share this article with all of you instead. So here we go:
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-old, “What does love mean?”
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.