Whew its been a while. Craziness and chaos is what comes to mind, but deep down I’ve just been a little overwhelmed. It’s cool, I’m back on track and ready for more… So fill my plate o’ world.
I wasn’t about to make the same mistake I did last year when it comes to halloween as I frantically put together her costume and just barely make it to candy time. So after a few lovely trips to Jo-Annes Fabric store, Michaels and a couple other mind altering spots I headed home to start sewing… Ha, one simple yet interestingly difficult task I let slip by me was I had no idea how to use a sewing machine. Ohh well, I winged it. So far, so good. What seemed hard was actually really easy once I opened that magical book which read ‘how to use a sewing machine’.
Gia and I shared one of my favorite Vietnamese dishes known as Pho, accompanied by some yummy pork egg rolls. She loved it, everything about it. This was interactive food. You don’t just sit down and eat it, you have to do it up. I mean how fun for a kid to put what they want in hot soup, wrap steaming egg rolls in ice cold lettuce then dip, and even eat sauce made from rotten fish… Okay maybe not that last part but trust me, it’s good. This experience was more than I expected. I assumed it was something in which she wouldn’t really enjoy. Why I thought that I’m not sure, I mean how could she not when her dad was practically drooling before we even walked in the place. It was a dish introduced to me by my brother Ryan and since has become almost a weekly ritual. In my opinion, it is a meal like no other. The taste is pleasant, the experience is comforting, and the people are usually pretty nice. Ohh one thing, its hot, so hot. I put so much chili in this bowl of love that it becomes a sweaty, runny nose, challenge of to the death. I’m not sure why I love that experience so much, but I will do it time after time without a blink of hesitation.
While I watched her play, climb, jump, and just be a kid it reminded me of those days… In a way very similar to how a smell brings you back to almost an exact minute in time. There is a joy in that, that cannot be created. It is something that would make even the hardest of people crack. Is this another part of the circle of life that we all heard about on Lion King? All I know is its hard not to appreciate every second of every day or every breathe of air we breath when you are able to transform back to a simple time. A time when ‘worry’ didn’t really exist, where the thought to be free wasn’t something we strived for and where fun was nothing more than life as we knew it.
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