Dear All
Firstly, I did not have a good day today. So after seeing Albert's blog, I was very uplifted and touched.
My day started fine until I received a call from SACPS that Felicia was crying as no bus driver came to pick her up after her CCA. I had already checked with the driver earlier today that he'll be picking her up, so I was of course fuming mad with him for leaving me and Felicia in the lurch. So, by hook or by crook, he "kuai-kuai" went to fetch her. I had just sent in an e-mail of complaint to SACPS Operations manager for not informing us (another parent had the same experience as I had called her this evening to check if there was any communication given to us about the cancellation of the supplementary bus service and she said no) to highlight this incident and to inform us in advance and explicitly in the Parents Connection (a monthly 4 page newsletter from the school).
Back to Albert's "love letter" to me. I am quite uncomfortable to write this so publicly. But I suppose if Albert is willing to openly share his feelings for me in this blog, I think I will take the risk to share mine so openly too.
I know Bert's a man of few words, but when he speaks, they are always worded with love and thoughtfulness. Bert, your note about how you do so many things for my parents although I feel so bad about it, is just because you know how much I love my parents, and you are doing all these things just because you love me. Sometimes, I feel so sad that no one else seems to care for them, and my heart aches. Then you always step in to console me and offer to help. I feel sometimes like mother mary asking Jesus to help the wedding couple in canna. You are like my Jesus. Even my mum and dad feels you are so much a better son than their own and are always grateful to you for help. Sometimes it is true that I feel disappointed in you at times but I try to conceal it. It seems my face is like an open-book to you. I accept the fact that when I married you, your hobby is sleeping!!
When I made the difficult decision to stop work, you were there to reassure me that that was the right decision to make and that you'll be always there to support me. I have not been disappointed with my decision and I believe our little family is a happier one for that.
It is true that our path has not been always smooth going. Not so much our relationship with each other, but more our journey together through thick and thin. At times, life can be so bumpy and unpredictable, like Felicia's recent hospitalisation, just after your mum's demise. Our financial situation is always a burden on my mind but you always tell me not to worry, and I wonder and praise the Lord, for somehow, our little oil seem to miraculously sustain itself somehow. Never diminishing and, regretfully, not growing either! I guess it's God's testing on our sustenance on Him and what He provides. Our girls are like what the bible says, the fruits that give us nournishment and make live meaningful, as we learn so much from them as they do from us.
Although we had faced opposition from my mum when we became serious with each other, and unhappiness from your mum on our engagement and wedding days, these are like the 120 years that Noah faced. I have no regrets what so ever in marrying you and have grown to love you more each day. The young fire and sparks of our younger days may be smaller and fewer in-between, but it has changed into a very strong glow over the years. Just like the BBQ pit, the strong glow and NOT the fire, is what is needed to cook the meat thoroughly. It must be God's will that we meet though we are miles apart both literally and in our social circles. I always marvel at how we came to meet and I always thank you for having chosen me.
Love Theresa