My father can be both a hero, and a villian. In the same breath as he takes so much joy from winding me up to the degree of screeching hyena, he also would go to great lengths to ensure that I am safe. He loves to remind me of my many flawed traits, while he quietly appreciates my positive aspects. The child he once perceived me to be, can now stand before him as a grown woman. No longer simply a daughter, but a wife and a mother. For many years, I assumed the lack of outward expression of pride … Continue reading Four.
None I am more appreciative for but my soul mate and life partner. Though there are times where translations are a little lost, tensions are high or expectations fail to match reality, every such moment is an opportunity to understand … Continue reading Two.
One of 52 weeks of gratitude. Why, you say? So I can watch what I have, multiply. So I can see my situation clearly and keep myself humble. So I can direct my focus towards that which makes me feel … Continue reading One