Because I can express romantic love too.

The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step.
14 years ago, we made a commitment on this day, which has turned out to be the best and most wonderful decision of my life. We never knew that the journey would include kids, homes, finances, travels, shifting continents, creating homes of houses, sleepless nights, ER visits in the middle of the night, or any of the big battles that we have fought together, standing side by side. And I am happy we did not. Because young love needs to be naive and brash, believe in the impossible, and try its best to attain it. We have had that bashed and banged out of us along the way when we hit hard bumps, potholes, or even complete road blocks. But together we have always found a way, and we have carried on and gotten the better of it all. We have fought like cats and dogs, but we have been the greatest support to each other as well. I cannot think of anyone, who would complete me, as wholly as you do, dear hubby!

And so I dedicate a poem to you, that is one of my absolute favourites, and its all about love, but not 'lovely' at all. Just the way we like it. Fun, not mush. Here is to 14 more lifetimes with you.

To My Valentine

More than a catbird hates a cat, 
Or a criminal hates a clue, 
Or the Axis hates the United States, 
That's how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim, 
And more than a grapefruit squirts, 
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore, 
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea, 
Or a juggler hates a shove, 
As a hostess detests unexpected guests, 
That's how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting, 
And more than the subway jerks, 
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch, 
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above, 
And below, if such there be, 
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes, 
That's how you're loved by me. 

What is life without little pleasures?

Like waking up on a Sunday morning, with most of the household asleep. The BB is up, snuggling up next to me on my bed, and his new cycle is ready for its first ride out.* So we pump air into the tyres, and I suddenly remember, it might be a fun idea to cycle alongside him, instead of running behind... so I pull out my not-touched-for-nearly-2-years cycle, give it a wipe, pump some air into the tyres, and off we go for a ride around the park. Man was it fun! And may just add, the wake-up time was past 9. ;) Thank God for Sunday mornings when everyone sleeps in. Touchwood for the little happy moments in our lives.

Hope you had a good fun weekend.

[*This is an event I do not wish to forget, and am jotting it down for my own records. The BB, is done with training wheels... and it took... yes hold your breath, just 1 evening. Off went with the training wheels, and he was cycling away with perfect balance. I had heard of people who have done it, but I was always a bit skeptical, till I actually saw my first born go right at it. Since he had long outgrown his  old cycle, the tallest ones available with training wheels, it was time for a new cycle. And I guess I was as excited about it, as him.]

A little this and a little that

My mind is often a jumbled ball of thoughts. I will find myself thinking about something or someone, and wonder how it started, and there will be such a complicated trail to follow to reach the starting point, and there I would see, it is in no way related to where I ended up. Does that happen to you? For example, I will see some beautiful flowers in someone's garden, that will lead me to think about a relative who likes gardening, then I will think about someone related to that relative, then it may go onto an incident involving that person and me, and then that might lead me to thinking how a similair incident happened elsewhere and so on and on and on, till I am left with no idea, that it had all begun with seeing some pretty flowers. And thus it is with writing on the blog. I come with these brilliant(atleast I think they are), ideas to write about, and I never find the time to quite sit down and type it out. And when I do infact find a couple of minutes to spare, I am bereft of any ideas to write about. I guess all the 'brilliance', just jumps right out of this brain.

It was a big weekend this past one, we had a big Pujan ceremony on Saturday and then Sunday was Father's Day in Australia, so we were out and about, which for me basically meant no cooking. And by a twist of fate, got to ride in a bus with the BB and the Smallie. Both were thrilled, especially, the BB, who enjoyed his first ever commute on a proper bus. The only trouble was keeping them seated, and ensuring they don't press the 'stop' button meant to alert the driver to stop at the next bus-stop. Being Sunday, the roads were traffic free, and we had a quick trip back home from the city in the bus. It is fun riding the bus in Queensland, with all its undulating terrain. I think I am going to do it more often. I was so busy managing them, that did not click a pic, and I regret that now!

As spring is setting in, my want to garden and grow things is on the rise. Last year was such a disappointment, since it was my first attempt ever at gardening, and all was well till the ants came in and destroyed every bit of my efforts. I was angry and I gave up. I am just trying to revive my plants from the gross neglect they have faced till now, and already the ants are back, wrecking havoc. I go to shops, almost everyone one of them are selling plants and seedlings, and I work very hard on controlling my urge to just go and get some, because I don't want to repeat last year's cycle, unless, I am completely certain about everything. Wish me luck and have a great week ahead friends.