Why hello there, little Evan Nicholas.
10 minutes, and you’re outta there like a champ! You’re so good to mummy.
Yiyi can’t wait to meet you later! (its already past midnight).
smell you soon,
yiyi
PS: Shu shu says he’d come by too, if he doesnt have to work late again. He adds that he needs to work hard to earn money so he can make a bride out of your yiyi– so we hope you understand.
hi Quentin,
very very soon, you’d be a kor kor. and while i can’t wait to hold the new bub, i just wanted to take some time to say thanks for all the joy you’ve brought all of us– gong gong, ma ma, shu shu and xiao yiyi included. i can’t wait to see what other nonsense you’d get up to as you get older.
yiyi loves you. i loved you before you could see past your nose.
yiyi loves you enough to play diper-pirates with you.
i love the yiyi-face you make.
one day you’d love me more than the wiggles– even though that’s not today, or any day before today– and its okay. i’ll wait.
that all said,
you and me, q-ball, we’ll be forever bunny-buddies.
so here’s the background: when i told my friends that i was getting married (for real, yay!), i was actually very overwhelmed by the love and support they had for denn and i. immediately we had friends who volunteered to step in to help with planning certain parts of our wedding (thank you for your love), and there were some surprises there. i mean, i had a couple of friends who have gotten married– it never struck me, to volunteer my time, strength and effort in the planning stage. i am loved and blessed.
but ONE friend, one dear dear friend, R, challenged me to read the story of isaac and rebekah. (genesis 24, for the interested ones) and shared with me how she was looking for an isaac-and-rebekah kind of love– and challenged me to make sure denn and i have an isaac-and-rebekah kind of love.
this was a month ago, and today, as i sat in my car waiting for a meeting to start, i decided to read it. odd. rainy days always put me in a slightly pensive mood. anyway, so i read a bit, meeting started, meeting ended, read the rest of it.
so, the big hooha about the isaac and rebekah kind of love. see, i was expecting this big fat epic Eloisa to Abelard kind of love or maybe a helen of troy kind of story. and of biblical love stories to pick, surely jacob-and-rachel bear some consideration. i have most definately read the issac/rebekah story, i just couldnt remember what’s so romantic abt it.
came back and decided to discuss over fb messaging, the whole story with two of my friends, Z and R.
Z gave us a small commentary on it, on his own observations of the story (isnt wonderful to have friends who respond unexpectedly during a work day and can pick up a conversation he knew not head nor tail and put it into perspective?)
(fine art, by julie preston)
of course Z broke it down to lessons to take away, and now i know why R asked me to read it in the first place. it’s a simple story, about waiting on the Lord. its a story about faith. its a story about a girl, with a heart of service to a complete stranger and her reward, her complete faith in God’s intended and commands. its a story about a servant’s heart to choose his master’s son a bride not for her beauty but for her service, and how he got to see God’s response to all the signs he asked for. its a story about a boy’s faithful wait, in meditation and prayer for his bride. Z writes “those involved chose to honor God first and witnessed how He worked things out for them”
but one thing struck me, even from the first reading.
the words go “he took Rebekah and she became his wife, and he loved her”
how stark, and how wonderful those words are. no fancy wax lyrical terms. just that. he took Rebekah. and she became his wife. and he loved her.
read it for yourself guys!
ok, seriously, i need to have a bit of downtime.
i cant sleep at night, which makes me unproductive in the mornings.
i cant get proper work done in the afternoon because of the incessant phone calls.
i cant sleep at night, thinking of all the work that is left undone in the mornings and the incessant phone calls to come.
dancinglights 