The other day I went to Starbucks to study Chinese, work on music stuff and crochet a few items for my nieces. I sat down and had my iced tea and then I was greeted with a sample of mooncake and iced coffee.
I seriously heart Asia.
This week has been a very interesting week. My days are usually good, if not great. I was rummaging through some boxes and found cards from our wedding. I don’t think I’ve seen these cards since our wedding… Five years ago.
One by one, I read them and it made me so happy to read them. Then I came across a few, people who are no longer part of my life and I cried a bit. Especially the one of my grandma. She was a savior of sorts. I was sadly physically abused as a child (up to my mid 20s) and I remember her throwing herself on top of me so I wouldn’t get hit anymore. It brings tears to my eyes writing this. She was my only family and she passed last year.
I know I’ve said this many times. I want a family of my own. I want the hubs and I to have children and be the kind of parents I wish I had. And we will, it’ll take time but we will get there.
At times like this, when I’m feeling sad, I reach out to two people. One is my BFF and the other is a close loved one. I don’t expect to hear back and I reach out, because I miss family.
Does anyone else feel the way I do?
We had a nice meal, stumbled upon a bboy/breakdancing/popping competition. We love street dancing so we were excited to watch but they were terrible! But we were happy to watch and see these boys really love what they do. Put a smile on our faces. The hubs even surprised me with a gift, just because. <3
Overall, the week was great. I seriously love the hubs. He makes everything wonderful.
I had my little moment where I asked life to give me a family… And it will happen.
I’m just patiently waiting.