“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.” I take thee Abby, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part … I will love you, and honour you, all the days of my life!
I was going to write a “another year, another post” post on my birthday. I’ll still write that one, because I’m now jealous of Scott Young, who is a decade younger than me and is so much more sorted in his head and his life, that it make me jealous. However, I got a surprise gift in my mailbox that almost tore me up. (Yes, the video above) I met Mother Teresa once, when I was little and all she said to me, as she blessed me was...
Steve Mazan makes Seneca’s serious truth sound so easy!
My mom is a never-ending song in my heart, of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words … but I always remember the tune – Anon
Derrick came home two years ago in December to tell me he liked a girl. Then he told me that she was older than him. Then he told me she was Hindu. Then he told me, she was a divorcee with a kid. All of this didn’t surprise or bother me. I’d be OK with all of this no matter what, if the girl’d be good. What did surprise me, was that my brother, my impetous, independant minded, “I am my own man” brother cared enough about this girl to seek my approval....
I still find it hard to believe, that I turned this gorgeous girl down, when she told me that she loved me twelve years ago! My life would would have been so different! But God has grace, even for a fool like me. And, so did she. I love you, babygirl. To quote Lang Leave, I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are....
Sad li’l Zei Li’l goonda Zei Li’l kooky Zei Li’l blah Zei Li’l “Look at me, I’m a scooty model!” Zei Happy li’l Zei Really happy li’l Zei Really, really “I’m so happy I could dance, because it’s my birthday” li’l Zei To my li’l muse, It’s funny how you’ve walked into my life and made a place there… like you’ve always belonged! I pray you always be happy, and that you always have your sense of innocence and gay abandon....
The better half …
Dear Lord, Thank you for making this bundle of mischief my better half And help me always keep her this happy. Even if it means, I have to wear funny clothes to do that! And Abby – I love you!
Dear Sir, I read your post yesterday, and for the first time, in the really long time I have been reading your blog, you genuinely shocked me a little bit. The post seemed a little out of sorts and a little down to me. As if, you were really doubting your worth as a teacher For a little bit, I was back in school, to when my teacher’s “Teacher” mask would slip a bit & I would get a glimpse of the person beneath....