Jeff turning 22 is amazing to me. I still remember the day he came home in Lori's arms. He was the quietest baby who seemed to be taking it all in through his big blue eyes. All he did was sleep and eat. He is now about to graduate from college. All he does is eat and sleep. He will be working for a living soon, and the other day he asked me some advice about making an investment that paid better returns than his money-market account. He is now an adult with a great future in front of him if he keeps making the right decisions.
Chinese New Year is a part of my culture that is re-awakening. I remember tidbits of this event growing up...mostly about paying homage to our past ancestors with foods, burning fake money, and eating with family. The red envelopes weren't a part of our lives until we got a little older. My parents seemed to not make a big deal out of it for some reason. I regret not keeping this tradition from my Chinese heritage. But now in my middle-age, I find myself wanting to do more at this time of year. I want to clean out my past, start fresh, and draw as much luck as I can. One New Year celebration per year is not enough.
What can I say about Valentine's Day? I am not the most romantic soul, but I am able to love and give my heart to just one other. Lori and my idea of a Friday night might include pajamas in front of the TV, but we have grown into each other solidly over the past 28 years. Never flashy or splashy; we are just secure and comfortable. We don't always agree with each other, but we know we can trust each other completely. I think that is what love is about. We have always sacrificed for each other, and know that we will do what is best for the family. If I had to define what love is, I would ask you to tell me what your love produces. Ours produced two awesome grown children, a quarter century of memories, and two lives filled with contentment.
Chow!
