It will mean more….

 

Exactly 20 minutes ago, I rushed through the clutter of life to get to the bus stop; hoping to catch that lorry that is prayerfully 10 minutes late for everyone, but right on time for me.

As I got on the bus, I let out a smile hoping that the conductor will be accepting of my otherwise empty gratitude.

 

Takes me back to just yesterday.

Her friend had gone with us to help pick out clothes.  Knowing that my taste and hers do not match,  she had brought along a more cheerful mate.

A Barnes & Noble was not too far off and so took the opportunity to pick up reading materials.

Got a couple for mum, as well.  And, so here I am dropping off those books.

I know she will rather know we are bringing guests.

And, so upon arriving my invite to our un-attached was a bit half-hearted.

She kindly said No, and politely offered to wait in the car for us.

A few minutes later Dad came home from his afternoon walk with Latte.  Latte had refused to go that morning.  But, who can resist the California sun twice in one day.

The Dog is 14 years old now.  He was breathing heavy.  He kept his mouth open gasping for air and I noticed his worn teeth.

Latte is a pass me down from my Sisi.  I never asked if Latte knows Sin is her birth mother.

Back to our third wheel.  I went inside with Dad and he later asked if she does not want to come in.  To which I replied,  “It will mean more if it came from them“.

And, so he took upon offering the invite.  To which she kept her NO.

A few later, Mum said she would go out.

She brought the young lady in.  And, Dad offered that Mum is more persuasive than he is.  To which I retorted more pushy.

I always knew that an invite from the woman of the house, my mother, will make a world of difference.

As Dad spoke and reflected on life, I looked over at Mum and Wifey do same.

Last Christmas with the whole family over, they went over choosing mates and partners in life and love.

They don’t have to talk about it, they have lived and living it.

Something about a sermon not been preached, yet lived.

As I got up this morning, knowing the love of my life, will be gone for 3 weeks. I couldn’t quite get myself together.

We had had a busy and full weekend.  But, still there was always one more thing to say.

What I really wanted to say is what God had given me to say yesterday.  And, that was how thankful I should be to the cost my Love bears as she opens up herself for and to me.

To some opening up comes with ease; yet to others it comes guarded.

And, so here are to those things that mean more.

A lifetime ago,  God showed himself, replanted and re-souled in our lives and everything has meant more ever since.

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