Sleep, it escapes me tonight. I think because me arm hurts where I had some very minor surgery. (very minor). I just have about a 2 inch hole in my arm that will heal in about a week but it is sore. That's all. No big deal. I just hope the scar isn't too bad. I guess it could have been worse, so thank goodness for the small things in life.
I was just reflecting on the time spent with my mom earlier in the week. I loved it. I needed her help and she was here. In the past 20 years I can honestly say "I hate asking for help" I despise it actually, but I can say at least on my part having her here was wonderful. I got to know her in a different light. I always knew she was this strong woman. She commands a room, and was a force to be reckoned with in the business world. But that was my mom, I learned that parents do the the best they can at any given moment, an they love unconditionally and that anything that hurts their children they bear the scars a well. Just like when my children are hurt I hurt with them. She doesn't wear it on her sleeves but I know she understands and in any given moment she is the best mom she can be in that moment and I love her more each day for that. I wish I could have spent more time with her. Soon I can when I move back home. (June is just around the corner)
oh there are many people I think about on any given day but this week was about my mom: Thanks mom! OK and yes I will get back to my monthly newsletters. :)
I was thinking February and how it will be here before I know it. February is special to me as well. It marks so many thinks. Beginnings of Friendships. Anniversary's of loved ones. The list can go on. And some how LOVE seems to just float in the air. Kinda' makes me smile. Hope it does you to. Isn't it a shame we only set aside one month to celebrate Love when there are 11 more that are perfectly good for showing how much we love one another. tsk tsk.
Anyway...I am feeling sleepy now. I am sure I will write more tomorrow. Enjoy!
Jonathan Riddell: Chef Intermediate Training
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